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JANUARY 17, 2009 8:42AM
I Will Wrap my Sons in Copious Amounts of Bubblewrap

I hold their hands with iron grip in parking lots. They both sit in carseats that are five point harnesses until 65 pounds. I run the the doctor (or at least call the on call nurse) at any sign of fever. I eye their bruises suspiciously. I teach them about stranger danger and scary dogs. I have removed or put above their reach anything that is a choking hazard, sharp, or could possibly cause harm. And yet, one day these little people will grow big and I will no longer be able to keep them under my watchful, and at times obsessive, eye.
I have no other choice than to wrap them in copious amounts of bubblewrap. You may think this odd, but hear me out. The bubblewrap will protect them from moving objects. It will also be bullet-proof. It should not limit their mobility so they can quickly run away from danger. However, it should be difficult to remove. This will ensure they will always wear it, and will also protect them from seductive partners who want to infect them with STDs. Their faces will still be vulnerable to injury, but perhaps we could put in straws for nose holes and eye slits for sight. Oh, and ear holes for hearing. They can still go about their lives, earn their degrees, buy a house. It won't be too limiting, and it's for their own good. Bubblewrap, yes. I will have to get the engineering deparment on this stat.
The truth is, motherhood is just so painfully unfair. You spend years keeping these people safe and conveying to them your unconditional love and then you just send them off into the world, hope they make it and will remember to call. I think back over my childhood, teenage and college years and think of all of the stupid, stupid, stupid things I did- and I was a good kid! So many times I have prayed "Oh God, Please help my children to make wiser decisions than I did!" It's just not a sure thing though. God lets people die all of the time. Why should my children be any different? Which leads me to bubblewrap. The little pieces of my soul walking the earth need some padding. This will do the trick.


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You said it sister! It is hard to let go...trust me on this one. I recently asked my 85 year old father-in-law if I'll ever quit worrying about the kids. His answer? No. Just no.
Akkkkk! Somedays are easier than others, I promise.
To use your (tongue in cheek) bubblewrap analogy, in effect, they are bound to the point where they have no room to move freely. They are not able to make mistakes, errors in judgment, good choices or bad. Now, all of that being said, I realize that we live in dangerous times and I'm not suggesting that we allow kids to run amuck.
I think that as parents, we have to adopt a happy medium between allowing kids to be kids and being their loving guardians. Just my 1/2 cents......;-D
So's fatherhood, kid. I've said before on one of these posts, the central fact of being a parent is that you give away your heart to the universe knowing that you may never get it back again unbroken. And that's cool.
They're not our lives to live, we can only hold our breath and love them
I'm on the verge of those years and can very much relate to this
I think back over my childhood, teenage and college years and think of all of the stupid, stupid, stupid things I did- and I was a good kid! So many times I have prayed "Oh God, Please help my children to make wiser decisions than I did!"
feel free to send some padding when you find some that works
cheers,
Lisa
"Oh God, Please help my children to make wiser decisions than I did." - I have prayed this so many times and I still do for my girls. "Motherhood is painfully unfair."- The hardest thing I ever had to learn to do in life was to let go and let them live their lives. I think I still haven't completely let go and they 23 and 24 now.
Wonderfully written I loved it..
Your parenting/love are all the bubblewrap they'll need. "The little pieces of my soul walking the earth need some padding. " Life is hard and we do "stupid things." We've all got to hit our own potholes. Enjoy everyday with them, and the future will work out. Great post on your total love for those beautiful children!