There I was, at the park, coffee in hand, watching my beautiful boys on the Rocktopus (a funny octopus-looking piece of playground equipment).
Smiley, only 18 months old was insistent on getting on with his brother. I told him to hold on tight.
He did...for a while.
Then he decided to wave. He did it once, my heart stopped and I thought "I really should get him off now." Just as I was thinking this, he waved again, lost his balance and plummeted to the ground, hitting it face first. It looked like slow motion and I felt like I just stood there and let it happen, although I know it happened too fast for me to catch him.
Huge cries, wood chips in mouth, no blood.
The little man was white-faced and swollen-cheeked but ok.
He has a little black eye, and slightly red and swollen cheek.
I can't help thinking it could have been so much worse.
But I know why it's not.
Every single day I pray specifically that God would protect my boys against injury and falls.
Because, as my sister Sammy says, this is the first of many bruises and falls.
I can't stop them happening but I can pray that God will look after them in all their adventures. And he truly does.
And yes, I have learned my lesson. He really is too young for the Rocktopus! I'd rather have a tantrum than a hurt little boy.