Monday, March 22, 2010

Mama Guilt Mondays


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Absent Minded Mom.

My story is an ancient one, as all of mine would be.  SPC Ryan still recalls it.  Frequently.  In nightmares. Wait.  What is the statute of limitations on child neglect?


Allow me to set the mood with the angelic face of my then two-year-old blue-eyed baby boy.  We were getting ready to move into our new home and I had been watching the adds for a microwave to go on sale.  As nature would have it, the sale occurred during the monsoon season, on the Other Side of Phoenix in a heavy traffic area.  We made it safely inside the store before the rain hit, my two babies snug as bugs in a rug in their double stroller.  No such luck returning to the van.  We were in the middle of a micro-burst, rain pouring down in sheets and wind.  I parked the stroller right next to the sliding door opening of the big old van and proceeded to strap baby girl in the back seat when I heard Ryan crying out,


Just a minute Ry, let me get the baby buckled in!


The desperate call for help trailed off.  Well, that’s odd, I think to myself as I turn around to pick up Ryan.

The stroller is GONE.  With my first born child, my 29 hour labor!  The microburst had swooped right under the sun cover and blown the stroller away, across an enormous, busy parking lot. 

Seeing how he is a health 6’4”, 220 pounds now, and carries a big gun, I would say that he survived with no ill effects.  His story is bit different, involving being swept across a freeway.  On a happy note, that microwave is still working!



OmaLindasOldeBaggsandStuftShirts said...

Oh seems they never forget. Mine still has a childhood story that she tells and every time the telling gets a bit more and more embroideried....tee hee. Great story, scary but great.

Baby Boberg & Parents said...

LMAO! That was hilarious. Oh your poor baby boy.

Anne Huskey-Lockard said...

Well, I had a comment and Blogger ate it! DANG!
This is hilarious Deb, and I knew that the punch line was going to be something close to what it the visual and everything!!! LOL!!!!
But your son still loves you.... :D


Marie S said...

What a great story
I like this.
It is amazing that they make it to adulthood isn't it??
And look at that swet face!!
Happy Monday and Spring Deb!
Love and hugs.

Mrs. Mootz said...

That's hilarious! That experience put hair on his chest. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, right? :)

Silke Powers said...

Oh, that made me laugh out loud, Deb!! Thank goodness he survived to embellish the tale... Happy Monday!! Love, Silke

yoborobo said...

Oh, Deb, they'll be telling this one around the campfire a hundred years from now. "Remember when great-great-grandma Deb threw her son into the eye of a tornado?" LOL!! Once, a million years ago, when I was little, my Mom took the three of us grocery shopping. When she was done, she stuffed us and the groceries into our old Olds. She got in and drove (in a very lead-footed Texan fashion) across the parking lot. I was yelling, "MOM! MOM!" and she was saying something like, "Pamela, we do NOT yell in the car." And I said, "But Kyle is hanging off the door!" I guess the door didn't latch and he was holding on to the handle when it opened. No harm done, except to his tennis shoes which lost the upper layer. hahah! Ah, sweet childhood. :) xoxox

Sandra Evertson said...

That is a riot of a story!
And so fun to see that gorgeous son of yours as a little boy!
Sandra Evertson

Just A Girl said...

Oh I am laughing so hard and can see it all happening in my head!!! Poor little baby Ryan. That must have been the turning point in his life that caused him to seek out adventure..Ha ha!! Growing up in Yuma whenever we had those huge wind storms my dad would put one of his huge shirts on us kids backwards, put us on a scooter and send us sailing down the street. What happy times those were.
You have put a huge happy smile on my face this morning, Darling Deb!

xoxo Cori

Tristan Robin said...

What a great story LOL.

I would have used that story to my advantage for YEARS, had I been him!

Ces Adorio said...

I really love this. This post speaks to me. I can feel the love it conveys. Oh Deborah, you are fantastic! Have a wonderful day dearest Deborah.

Manon said...

LOL! They don't ever let you forget do they? I cracked up reading the post.
Happy day, girlfriend!!

Linda@ Lime in the Coconut said...

Well thank God the microwave is still working!


Funny now~scary then story!

CM said...

Oh my goodness! I bet that was a bit of a shocker for both you and him! Oh well, he came through more than fine, it sounds like!

Thanks for linking up!

Wendy said...

Your microwave still works?? Wow!
What a scary story!! But funny in the telling. Oh yes, I can imagine how it will be embelished as time goes on....

Lovely, sweet little boy. How fast they grow up!

Carrie @ Cottage Cozy said...

Wow what a tale indeed!

I am having a "Blue Monday" giveaway~stop by to see~

Thanks...Have a terrific week!


Seawashed said...

Oh dear...we all have stories like that don't we? I know I do, and my kids versions are always different!

Unknown said...

Thanks for the laugh out loud.
and yes we've all been there.

Unknown said...

OMG...LOL...Deborah I have a similiar story but the stroller rolled down the incline flipped forward putting my oldest in a huge puddle of cow manure at the farm their father worked. LOL But when my kids tell the stories they are sooooooo exagerated LOL...Too funny. I tell her thats why she is such Sh*& now...LOL


Javajune said...

Oh this made me laugh I can just see you tearing across the parking lot to retrieve your baby boy and then looking around to see if anyone noticed. Cute story and your garden sooooo gorgeous.

Raven Moon Magic said...

Oh Deb this is hilarious, I love hearing parent realities, it makes me feel so human.
you set the scene so well that I could almost feel the rain, its going to be a sad day when the memorable microwave dies, what a trooper! maybe you can make it into a mailbox??!!

love it


Ces Adorio said...

Nothing gets past that beautiful smart FPOT of yours. HAHAHAHA!

I love you.

I actually had to force myself to post that comment after I read you post, hahahaha! It is so far removed. AAAAAHHHHH!

Ah Deborah you are indeed fantastic and Ryan is just wonderful. You give me so much hope.

A shining star indeed! See what happens when mothers act normally instead of thinking such events are life changing and catastrophic and therefore require 10 visits to the psycho-thera-pest?

I like that he carries a big gun. I went to work today and my lunch bag had the initials NRA. HAHAHAHA!

Sherry said...

That would haunt me either the child in the stroller or the mother of the child!! At the time I'm sure you were shaking like a leaf!!!

Kristal said...

Oh, that is just Too Too Funny!!

Unknown said...

hahahahahaha....I think we all have our Mommy moments...we only talk about them when the kids are much are so so sweet and cute and your stories are so adorable...


Anonymous said...

And then...runningto get your babyboy back and having to leave the car with the little one ! Ughh...I feel it in my stomach right now !
I once packed the car to go across the country and had the two in the back seat and got myself next to driver and he started the car and drove it out of the parkinglot...and then: I realised that my new born baby was still lying in his crib in his babyroom in the locked down house !
It seems I have never forgivven myself for this neglect, have to live this life all through with it...And the young man ? He still mananges to sleep through a full day of noisy housesounds, but then off course: he works late nights...still a bit different also.
I love your garden posts, dear friend.
One silent wednesday before Easter is a good spiritual day...enjoy...and inhale/exhale/relax...release all tension...
Lieve groeten

Bella Sinclair said...

Wahahahahahaha!!! Yes, I'm sure the story grew and grew every time he told it. But see? You can turn around and tell him that's WHY he grew up into the brave, strappin' young man that he is. He should be THANKING you for shoving him into the freeway! Hahahaha! Loved the story, Deborah.