#MommyFail

My mom is great. She really is.

She talks to me all the time, reads to me, takes me to the splash pad, takes me to the playground and play dates with my friends.. She’s really good at making bottles and she always holds me when I cry.  Overall, I’d say I hit the mommy jackpot.

But even the best moms fail. And my mom is no exception.

I can’t blame her, really. Since I’ve been walking, I really am all over the place, and have almost no fear. I want to explore everything and I’m on the go a lot. Most of the time, she can keep up with me. Most of the time she’s a step ahead of me, and prevents a lot of my potential disasters from coming to fruition.

And then there are the times she doesn’t.. If I had a Facebook account, I’d call these moments #mommyfails.

Today, my wonderful mommy experiences yet another #mommyfail.

Let me explain:

It started out awesome, actually. She found a sheet in the linen closet and with two corners tied around my crib and one corner tucked into a dresser drawer, we had a tent to match all tents. She would lift the fourth corner high in the air and I would run under and giggle and squeal. She even came under there with me and we pretended we were In a cave.

The corner that was tucked into the dresser kept coming undone, and she kept having to get out of our cave and fix it. On the final time that she was using her survival skils to make the perfect tent, I ventured out into the hallway. The bedroom door is usually closed when we play in there, but since it was open I decided to take this opportunity to check out the hallway. I contemplated splashing around in the toilet water again, but mom always says guides me away from the toilet and says “Yucky…” so I’m thinking I’m not supposed to do that. Still not sure. Instead of heading to the toilet, however, I made a quick right and looked down the intimidating plunge that is our stairs. I’m really good at going up the stairs, but down is tricky and mom insists on helping me when we are going down the stairs. I’m not quite sure how it happened; I could have been reaching for a toy a step or two down. I could have sat too close to the edge. Whatever the cause was, the effect was thumping and cluncking down the entire staircase and coming to a stop on the landing, where I of course screamed out in fear. As she always does, my mom came to the rescue and checked me over for blood or bumps. Nothing.

I was more scared than anything, I mean, one minute I’m in a cave and admiring the view of the kitchen from my view at the top of the stairs, and next I’m rolling helplessly down the stairs.

She was trying to make the best tent for me, and I appreciate the love and time she took to make something for me. She was distracted, and I fell down the stairs.

I love my mom, even when she experiences #mommyfails.

-Dawson