It’s quiet. A little too quiet.
Bath time is lurking around the corner. Im bent over the tub testing the water temperature.
… “AND SHE STARTS THE CLIMB!” I turn with a jerk!! “What the fu.. my thoughts abruptly interrupted. …-“SHE’S GOT NO FEAR, ALMOST THREE SHELVES UP NOW.”- A voice. Loud. Blasts through my mind, almost sarcasticly like a commentator at a Red bull diving event. But why?.. sharply interrupted again -“SHE HAS PROVEN HER DILIGENCE WITH THIS CLIMB!” “Wait!”I think to myself. “This is my damn mothers intuition talking, where is…” -“THIS WILL BE A DIFFICULT LANDING.” -“AND SHE’S STILL CLIMBING.” . Now rushing, I look. My 9 month old son waits patiently for his bath but my daughter, a full blown toddler, out of sight. -“I’LL BE SURPRISED IF SHE DOESN’T BREAK A BONE AT THIS HEIGHT.”….
*I grab him and run out of the bathroom.
“Rezlyn!!!!!”- I yell for my daughter while running to her room.
-“OH WOW, SHE’S REALLY PICKED UP THE PACE. SHE IS DETERMINED TO MAKE THIS JUMP.”
“Rezy, do.not.move!” I yell rounding the cor…
-“HER FORM IS PICTURESQUE.”
“YOU CAN TELL SHE HAS DEFINITELY BEEN PRACTICING FOR THIS ONE.” …” HER FEET ARE PLANTED, AND SHE’S SQUARING UP!!! -“WILL SHE LAND THIS JUMP?!?!”
I enter the room screaming “DO.NOT.MOOOOOOVE!!!!!!!!!!!”
*She freezes in her tracks.
I grab her and we continue to bathtime with no broken bones.
Another day. Another skipped heartbeat. Another time a mother’s intuition is right.
(And of course I’m going to take a quick snapshot. And of course her bedroom is a crazy mess!)