My children are my complete opposites.
I have sat and watched in utter horror as my older 2 have climbed trees, Telling them the whole time to get down before they fell and broke their arm. Because in my mind that is what was going to happen, and of course it didn't. Watched them with fear as they raced around at a friends house on 4-wheeler s and go-karts, just knowing that they were going to wreck, but they never did. Watched my oldest Diva ride EVERY roller coaster in a theme park, petrified that it was going to fly off it's tracks with my baby on board. Now my older 2 children did not start what I believe to be reckless behavior till they were around 4 or 5.
My youngest is 2 and is already acting crazy. A true thrill junky. She is jumping from her table to the couch, climbing to the top of her dresser, and over the gate. She is my mini heart attack.
What did I do to deserve children that want to put me into an early grave?
Do they make bubbles big enough to enclose all 3 into?
I keep telling my children what is going to happen if they keep doing these things. But they never happen. I can not wait till the day that I am right and one does fall out of that tree just so that I can say I TOLD YOU SO!!!!
Dare Devils........ Can't live with them, but what's a Momma to do?