At six years old my youngest daughter is now able to inflict her own injuries upon herself. She’s at home during a break from a play we are all involved in and is in her closet changing her clothes for probably the fifth or sixth time that day. She would cry and shout at her shoes and clothes when they didn’t comply with her wishes, so this afternoon when I heard her bellowing and braying like a donkey I passed it off as a wardrobe confrontation. It was a wardrobe confrontation, but not of the ilk I was imagining, we have those concertina folding doors that are finger traps even for the mature members of the household and she had caught her thumb in the closet door. Similar to her brother who years before her time had almost cut the tip of his finger straight through, she did a pretty passable imitation of the same injury to her thumb.
I nearly fainted as I was the only adult on duty, my fearless Texan being on the road with some band or other. I wrapped it up in a tea towel and rushed her to the Prima Care around the corner with all the children in tow. He was a lovely man and asked me if I wanted to see her poor, mutilated, thumb, my face gave the answer and the nurses rushed for a small bowl in case I lost my lunch. Dr. Lawly sewed her up while I prayed over her frightened-ness and the children explored the waiting room unsupervised. They were in the right place if they had any more accidents.
Scar number four, present and correct.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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