From the Trenches

I could see my four year old from 

across the school yard, I was sitting in my car.

When I looked again he was standing on top of the

monkey bar structure and then suddenly, he falls to the ground, 

a distance of over ten feet.

He is out of site, I can’t see him, 

I’m on my way expecting the worse.

Then he pops up, and climbs back up the bars.

When I got there, I made sure he was ok.  

I then made sure he  understood, 

that he had to hold on.

Falling was not ok.

I don’t think he has ever fallen again.

Another time, another son, another place.

My boy jumps only six inches from a playground platform

down to a thick layer of school approved wood chips.

His leg is broken, he gets a cool cast and all the other 

preschoolers write their names on it.

 (mostly scribble)