Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


All Aboard!

Took my eldest out last night for some special Mom and Kiddo time. Hard to do with three children, but Army of Dad and I try our best. I have had the biggest scares of my life with this child. From an emergency c-section, to the diagnosis of a birth defect at 6 weeks old, many hospitalizations and more. I am an overprotective mother, there is no doubt. So, when certain things happen when the children are in my care in makes it even scarier. On our way to to see The Incredibles last night, the parking lot at the movie theater was packed, so we were moving cautiously to get a parking space and then into the theater. I waited till a car passed, looked both ways and sent Pickle across the driving lane where we parked and there it was - a car that came out of nowhere. Fortunately, the child quickly moved to his left jumping backwards. I, on the other hand, froze dead in my tracks watching the impending accident moving in front of me in slow motion. All I could think was "Oh my fucking God. My son is about to get hit by a car and there is nothing that I can do." The car was speeding and must have come around a corner or pulled out of a spot. I don't know where it came from, but we looked before he walked a few steps in front of me and into the path of the car. Fortunately, the dude was looking and stopped. He shot me a dirty look and for a brief moment, I blamed myself for this near tragedy. Then, I took my shaking and crying son over onto a grassy spot in the lot and hugged him. I laughed and cried at the same time. I was crying because of the fear and laughing at the relief. Bless his angel heart. I thanked God and hugged this sweet little boy. It took him a few moments before he could shake it off, but he did. Children are resilient.

We didn't get to see The Incredibles because it was sold out. So, we saw a great suitable second choice, Polar Express instead. It was really good. I don't know how much Hot Rod would enjoy it as a 5-year-old, but it was perfect for my not-so-sure-but-still-wants-to-believe-10-year-old. I hate to rob him of that joy of Santa. The movie touched many heartstrings for me from the poor little boy who was unsure of himself to the sweet nature of this little boy and his friendship with the sweet little girl. Pickle and I both cried at different parts of the movie. He is such a precious little sensitive boy. I think I cried, too, because he is such a treasure and I came so close to losing him just that very evening. I thanked God so much last night. I thank God every day for my blessings. Even when I think life is rotten, I'm reminded of the beautiful family I have. The love of my husband, the healthy and bright children. Our challenges are mere speed bumps on the road of life.

Not sure what happened to make this Oh No face at a game last month. *thanking God for my blessings*


  • At 11:31 AM, November 14, 2004, Blogger Uzz said…

    I think I have the contact info for the Rave Theater CEO...I met him last week at an event...maybe he needs to look into speed bumps there...that is a REALLY bad place for speeders!

  • At 4:38 PM, November 15, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Good idea. I was just so scared.

    Polar Express was good, by the way.


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