Today.. I could have been in mourning.
You see, my son almost broke his neck last night; I am still totally shaken by it.
I was sitting on my couch last night, and my son, M, was crying. The boy came over to my right, from the back, and put his head on the seat and kicked. So hard that his whole body went up in the air. The only problem was that his chin was still on the seat.
I can still see this in slow motion. His neck slowly extending itself into a position it was never meant to be in, while his body and legs continue on their upward and over trajectory. I was frozen in place.
The next thing I knew, I instinctively gave him a hard push. He landed with a thud... and cried even harder. I did the only thing I could... I spanked him... and hugged him. My tears were on the brink.
Last night, when my little baby was fast asleep; I prayed over him, and thanked God. For putting me where I was. For giving me reflexes I never knew I had.
Was it a coincidence I was there when it happened?
I think not.