Crossing the yard this afternoon I glanced up to see Jeremiah and Samuel balanced precariously atop our swing set. My first thought was " danger" and I was shocked at myself! Since when was climbing too high a scary thing? I've never been a sissy Mom.
Then I realized what getting older was really about. It wasn't so much that I was scared that they would fall - it was that it was almost the end of the day and I was just really too tired to go driving off to the hospital if they did fall. I was only a few hours away from getting in my pajamas and doing nothing at all. But they're little boys and they deserve the chance to climb too high and to sometimes fall down and all the other things that keep me from sitting around in my pajamas.
So I smiled and waved and took their picture and they swung down to the ground like nothing at all.
Then I realized what getting older was really about. It wasn't so much that I was scared that they would fall - it was that it was almost the end of the day and I was just really too tired to go driving off to the hospital if they did fall. I was only a few hours away from getting in my pajamas and doing nothing at all. But they're little boys and they deserve the chance to climb too high and to sometimes fall down and all the other things that keep me from sitting around in my pajamas. 
