Motherhood Changes Things (Part 1)

   I have a four years of trauma nursing experience.  Sometimes I feel bad because I'm not using those skills anymore.  But then sometimes I think that those four years may have been necessary preparation to be the mother of boys.


For example: (yes, it's sideways)

   Note the four-year-old driving his Power Wheels through a mud bog he made himself and the 18-month-old stuffing miniature explosives (Pop-Its) down his boot.  Four years ago I would not have allowed this.  Four years ago I was looking into getting a continuous EKG monitor for my son just for my peace of mind.  Four years ago I swore my children would have no battery-operated ride-on toy of any kind, would never be within a mile of explosives, and would wear a helmet just for going down the slide if I even allowed them to have a slide.
   And yet here I am, videotaping this recklessness and doing nothing to stop it.