Manual Not Included

It’s nice to be needed…I think.Posted by Kara on February 5th, 2010

Jim-Jim and I have an unspoken agreement. If he needs assistance climbing a flight of stairs or getting over a curb, he sticks his hand up and I grab his hand to help out. If I think he’s treading into dangerous territory, I stick my hand down and he grabs on. No words. Just the magnetism that exists between a mother and her son that allows us to read each other’s minds.

Jim-Jim was playing on his sit n’ spin, and by playing I mean standing on it shaking his hips because he doesn’t play with something unless he’s doing it dangerously, and (surprise, surprise) he fell. I was sitting on the couch 6 feet away when I heard the thud of bone and flesh hitting concrete muffled by carpet. Jim-Jim whimpered and looked at me, expectantly sticking his hand in the air prompting me to help him up. From six feet away.

I stuck my arm down beside me and shrugged, letting him know mommy’s too lazy to get up. Plus, no blood, no foul. Get yourself up. Seeing he wasn’t going to get the help he wanted, he stood up, walked to me, and crumpled to the floor within arms reach. And then stuck his hand in the air. Walked to me to purposefully fall so I’d have to help him up. I’m almost embarrased to say I grabbed his hand and helped him up. After all, it is an unspoken agreement.