So now that the temperature is pleasantly warm and the rain comes and goes, it is only the beginning of the season of boo-boos. All the scrapes and bruises that come with an abundance of outside fun and now older kids. Since my baby is well,no longer a baby, it is time for mom and dad to learn to let go a bit. We really watch her like a hawk! I wouldn’t got so far as to say that we are being helicopter parents, but hanging out on the landing pad would be a fair description.
She is getting older and needs time with friends. Luckily we have a few neighbors with kids around her age. They like to ride bikes and scooters right in front of our houses (the neighbor kids, not our kid…). Well, we are pretty protective. (me more than daddy) Anyway, we finally decided to let her take her skateboard to scoot around with them (It’s slower than the bike so I don’t get whiplash trying to watch her from the windows).
She is not that great on her skateboard so she and another little girl would take turns with the other kids’ scooters. This day the little girl slipped on the scooter in the loose rocks and came to me for bandaging. I got her cleaned up and promptly texted her mother an FYI text. Her mother was already on her way to get her daughter, but got here a little faster in the car instead of walking like normal.
The next day, I told her daddy while we were out that I saw some Razor scooters on sale at Wal-Mart and we went to take a look. Our daughter would not have the one on sale because it was very pink with tassels. The cheapest of the other colors was only $8 more so we decided to get her one. The new scooter is now lovingly named, Creeper, because it is Creeper green. <My little Minecraft lover….After buying the creeper green scooter we took her to a park to let her try it out in the open parking area. She loved it and rode and rode; then crashed (blamed on a thick cigarette butt on the sidewalk). She was a little scraped but not bad enough to stop riding of course. She rode until nearly dark there, and when we got home she rode it in the house scaring the dog.
Scooter Day Two: Most of the afternoon she raced with the neighborhood boys (all around her age of course). There were kids on feet, bicycle, and scooters. They were having tons of fun and apparently crashed a few times that I did not see. She was so proud of herself for doing so well. “Mom, I did good! I only crashed five times!!!” All while blood was running down the front of her leg. By this time we are really trying to get Bug to wear pants while riding on her scooter because she now has two days of scrapes and bruises from both knees down. As always she informed us that jeans are too hot to play in. Again off to the bath to clean boo-boos and get all the sweat and dirt off before bed. I was about to tuck her in and read from our Harry Potter book (now only half a chapter left) and noticed swollen bruised ankles, scraped legs, and deeply scraped knees. Oh for goodness sakes, wear some pants!!!!! And we have homeschool club tomorrow. I hope people don’t think I beat her (I do tell her when I am frustrated with her that I will beat her with a wet spaghetti noodle.)
Scooter Day Three: Her daddy put on a movie that she wanted to watch with us. While watching the movie she got her makeup out and turned herself into Harley Quinn, and then as usual she was off to her bedroom talking to the neighbor boys through the window. She soon wanted to go outside and play with them but had not spent any time with daddy before work. She finally finished watching the movie with us and thought that it was quite funny. We did eventually let her go outside to ride scooters with the boys. (she was still wearing the character makeup) They like to ride those things fast, but at least they have gotten really good at watching for cars and getting over to the side until it passes. I had just gone to check on Bug after a crash and I went back inside staying close to the door and/or window to keep an eye on them like always. Then I heard one of the boys ask Bug “Do we need to get your mom?” I flew out the door not knowing what I would find. The oldest boy (11) was walking toward me with his arm hanging limp. He turned a bit with more an I saw more blood than I have seen all week coming from his elbow. I rush in to get a cloth to apply pressure and asked him what he hit it on. He said, “The road” I sent his younger bother to get their mom while I was getting the blood to stop. I sent my husband to get a bandage or something. I had just changed from the cloth to the now much cleaner paper towel when his mother came up. I told her he scarped it really good and probably wouldn’t need stitches. I am still a bit shaken from all of these kids getting hurt riding so fast on the road and concrete. My hubby looked at our daughter’s legs and laid down the law about wearing jeans to ride in and also being more careful. If they keep getting hurt playing around our house, even if they are not technically at our house, parents may not want(********I just had to stop typing to bandage another scrape from riding that scooter in the house******) their children over here thinking that we don’t watch them. In fact I drive myself crazy watching them. They will always see me at the window or door making sure they are okay especially when they are riding on the street.
And it is only spring……..sigh……