Sometimes hearing "No, Leo! No have it! That's mine!" gets old. I hear versions of this all day long.
But a few minutes ago, those words saved Leo's life.
Syndil ran over, and snatched her snack cup away from Leo's little fingers. I ran over too, and fished a rock-hard oatmeal square out of his mouth.
A few seconds later, and he would have been silently choking while I was scraping a plate not even 10 feet away.
I think I aged about 12 years in that one moment.
Sometimes I think Motherhood is nothing more than a million near misses.
Have you ever been there?