Falling

Buchela has really come into his body since he turned three.

He loves running, wrestling, jumping, and rolling on the ground.

Above and beyond everything else, he loves climbing.

And then (gulp) jumping off from the highest point.

I find myself constantly yelling:

"BECAREFUL!!"

"No! Don't jump off from over there!"



"That is too high!"

The other day

Just before he launched himself forward on a monkey bar that is far higher than I would have liked

He stopped.

"Mama!" He called out to me.

"Stop saying 'BECAREFUL!' all the time!" He admonished. "I am never going to fall!!!"

Conviction overflowed from his voice.

Then he swung forward.

Leaving me to wonder when it was I learned I could fall.

And when he will.