Today Lincoln and I went to play in Asher's inflatable baby pool, complete with a duck fountain and water fall. Turns out Asher is the kid to be friends with.
We had a bath tub seat that I deemed safe for a 5 month old to sit in, in a baby pool. Lincoln and I were sitting there playing with all the inflatable fish. He was chomping down on the killer whale bath tub toy, loving life. I glanced away for literally half of a second and next thing I know my five month old is face down in the water in his bath seat SCREAMING. I freaked out a little bit at first, baby + face in water doesn't = chilled out mom. I got him out and calmed him down. After about 5 or 10 minutes I decided I should probably put him back in, as I feared he would only have a very negative memory of water. So I put him back in his seat and I stabilized it better. Here is a photo of the second try.

I was kind of nervous, and refused to take my eye or hand off of him. Ten minutes go by, he is LOVING the pool and all the toys, I let my guard down. I don't know how it happened but all of a sudden he leaned too far, and there was nothing I could do, I saw it coming. There he went, face first, his legs all tangled in the seat, screaming, and trying to keep the water out of his face. I've never moved so fast in my life. I got him out and did everything I could to comfort him. Guilt over took me. I wanted to cry with him but I was too angry at myself. He was so helpless, upset, and scared. We layed on a blanket in the grass for awhile and I did my best to calm him down. Then it hit me. I cannot keep him from feeling bad things no matter how hard I try, or how badly I want too, I can't. I cannot keep him from harm or from feeling pain. My son is going to have to feel heartache, physical pain, anger, and sadness. There is absolutely nothing I can do to stop that from happening. All of a sudden I realized what God must have felt for us, for me, for Lincoln.
It's amazing to me that my son is only 5 months and God is already teaching me how to let go. I believe the most challenging part of motherhood is yet to come. Lincoln wasn't very happy the rest of the day, but we will try the pool again tomorrow.
Labels: God, Lincoln, parenting