and then. and THEN. the tables turned.
i hefted the (large) wee jude up into my arms and ducked to step out of the back of the car when my ankle got caught on the seat belt. time stopped. i could see immediately that we were going to fall face first onto the pavement. and i'm yelling in my head, "SHIT CRAP FUCK NO RAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and in the blink of an eye that felt like an eternity we were sprawled out on the concrete sidewalk, dazed and battered.
in my desperation i mostly managed to shield jude with my body. i took the brunt of the impact and by the time he got to the ground it was more of a tiny ...thump. he cried and screamed, more from being scared than anything else, and i laid on my back in the middle of the wet wet sidewalk and held him.
everything's ok jude, i'm here. everything's just fine. it was a little scary, wasn't it?
and then we went on with our day, jude no more the wiser and me, much more the band-aidier. i was actually bleeding from quite a few places which i casually noticed much later at my desk while i was icing my elbow.
this is exactly what it means to be a mother, isn't it? to do everything in our power to keep them from harm. to have that flash moment before your eyes where everything doesn't turn out ok and to turn around and be the human shield.
so i guess i'm doing this right then.
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