The kids and I walked to one of the local parks the other day. It’s crazy when we go anywhere, including the park, I have to run all over the place and make sure none of them get hurt. Chase fell off of the monkey bars and Reese fell off the steps but there was no real harm done.
Of Course, Reese had to go “potty”, so I walked her to the bathroom and left Chase and Lane with a friend. When we got back Chase exclaimed that he also had to go to the bathroom. No sense doing it at the same time and making it easy for Mommy.
Since Chase is now 5, I told him that he could run to the restroom, that was 100 feet away, while I stood on the sidewalk holding Lane and watch him. I watched him walk down the path and then enter the men’s room. The minute he walked through the door I noticed 3 boys who were probably around 9 or 10 years old jump up off a nearby ledge and run into the bathroom. I heard them screaming and shouting and I immediately starting running towards the bathroom with a pit in my stomach.
The boys all ran out of the restroom and were cracking up hysterically. Just a moment later Chase came running out scared and with tears down his face. I had never seen him so terrified and I was livid that someone could make him feel so scared.
I immediately started asking them why they thought that it was ok to run in and yell and scream at a little kid just for their own entertainment. After a couple of minutes of me giving them a stern talking to, Chase and I walked away.
The next morning when Chase came in to lay with me in bed like he always does for 10 minutes before getting up he said something to me that I will never forget. “Mommy, did you know that you are my Superhero?” I laughed and gave him a big hug but realized that he wasn’t joking. At that moment I realized that is what I am to this sweet young boy. I am his Superhero… and Reese’s and Lane’s, and I will go to any length to make sure that they feel safe in life for as long as I can.