It has been said there is a right and a wrong way to do everything. And if there can be a way to fall up hill, I can find out how. So, it should be know surprise to some that know me, that our sledding fun yesterday ended up with a trip to the emergency room. Like me, my oldest daughter has inherited my ability to walk into doors, fall uphill, and in general live up to her middle name of “grace”.
So, first of, I would like to point out that yes as a mom and a doctor, I know that you should never ever tie a sled behind a John Deer Gator and pull said sled with children on it.
But, what is childhood if not a place to do things that we all no you really should not do. And, never let it be said that I am anything but the fun mom and aunt, cause guess where we were yesterday in the thin skiff of snow on our farm but out in the middle of a cow pasture hauling our three children and our nephew (who never ever not once bothered to tell me that he is FORBIDDEN to sled like that). And all was going merrily along.
But, as much fun as we all had. These photos came with a price. I know that this was not a safe activity. We were not secure in the Gator, and we were pulling the kids with a sled with a rope. We got away with this for a while, but alas in a dip Ella over corrected and went over and hurt her neck. She had to end up in an ambulance which was interesting getting an ambulance on the farm in a cow pasture anyway, not to mention keeping a ten year old calm in full c-spine immobilization. We got her to the hospital and got her a CT scan and lord blessed she was not hurt. Nor, to her happiness did we have to cut off any of her clothing.
So, what has the mommy in me learned by this. I guess I should say no to activities like pulling the kids on a sled behind the Gator, but I had fun too. So, does that mean I suck at this Mommy thing. I wanted to crawl up inside myself and die when Ella ask me “what we would do if she was paralyzed?”, I mean we were just sledding, I mean redneck sledding. So, I am really at a loss. I would love to say that I have grown in Mommy wisdom and will never let or encourage my children to engage in such dangerous activities again, but the truth is, I got hurt worse after we got home walking down the stairs.
Life has to be lived, and I want them to have memories of fun. Sometimes memories and making memories will engender some risk. I can hear the the gasp and exclamations of shame as some of you read this, but that does not change the fact that I will choose for my children to live life – risk included. I may regret that someday, but bruises, stiff neck, and wounded pride Included, I still look at the faces from sledding and say we had a good day.