Strawberry Knees

When T was a wee little one hanging out in the nursery at school I used to go see him every day (I could) on my lunch.  I traveled so much I would not see him for days, so if I was in town--I was spending my lunch with my child.

Now that he is older, and cries when I leave him, I try to only see him when there is no chance he can see me back. (Typically, that means nap time.) Therefore, most of my pictures of him at school lately look like this:

Yesterday I was driving by his school and saw his class playing on the playground. I just had to stop! I stood  and watched him play for about 10 minutes. It was so fun to see him in his “world” running and playing.

Then, as I watched him run up and down the sidewalk, he tripped. Not a small, dust yourself off fall-but a full on face-plant--type of fall. I wanted so badly to run out and scoop him up and love on him. His teacher did a great job.

She was to him in a second and loved on him and cleaned him up.  This time last year we were still doing vigorous physical therapy to get him to walk. So I didn’t have to worry about him falling down and hurting his knee.

I sometimes have to remind myself  that with little boys my new reality is scraped knees and elbows, trucks and trains, a dirty face and dirty hands and feet. But watching my little guy get his first strawberry on his knee, hurt my heart!