The part of motherhood I could deal without

There are so many things about being a mother that I love.  I could go on and on all day long.  I love the way the babies smell after a fresh bath with their lotion on.  I love the way each of them have their unique smile that they flash only for me.  I love how Sammy will wobble up to my legs and grab me all the way around as if he never wants to let go.  And I love how my precious daughter shares her special kisses with me.

Oh, there are so many things that I love about being a mom.

But there is one thing that I could really deal without.

It isn't the lack of sleep, "me" time, or craziness of the everyday.  It isn't the dirty diapers, loads of laundry, or constant mess.

Nope.  I can deal with all of that. 

What I cannot deal with is ouchies.

Boo boos, bumps, scraps, bruises, and sickness are all things I wish would never enter my children's lives.  And I suspect, if I'm not certain, that every mother would back me up on this.

I've said it once and I'll say it again.  My daughter WILL be the death of me.  For one, she has NO fear and I mean it.  She approaches any situation head on and going fast.  Which is why I know she is going to be my bumped up child.

She took a pretty nasty dive on Memorial Day from the grass to the concrete sidewalk.  She was near running and it was on a slant and even though daddy was less then two feet behind her, it didn't matter.  Face first she went into the sidewalk.

My immediate reaction?  A deep breath and my hands went over my eyes.  Then less then one second later I ran to her.  Jason had her and I did what I never thought I would do.  I grabbed her from him.  Sorry babe!

Though I know she was being comforted by daddy, I still wanted to hold, kiss, and hug her and let her know she was alright.  Daddy knew I needed to hold her more in that moment then he did, which is a testament to him not only being a wonderful father, but a husband as well. 

She had a red mark from the fall about the size of a quarter, which was on its way to healing quickly.

Until today.

Again, she moved too fast for her feet and fell again.  This time there were THREE adults around her and we couldn't move fast enough.  She recovered much more quickly than Monday.  In fact, it barely phased her.

But how I wish that it barely phased me.

I can barely handle a bump and a scrap.  How will I make it through the bike riding, skateboarding, roller blading, football playing phases?

With patience, persistence, band-aids, helmets, Neosporin, and my wonderful husband.