I was going to post today something completely different, but as this topic was brought to my attention three times in the past few days, I decided to address this one first.
A few days ago I posted a post about correcting misunderstandings and the lack of confidence when a person tries to explain something.
Well, as I’ve received three e-mails from fellow bloggers inquiring if they were the reason I wrote that, I decided to come on here and clarify – correct a misunderstanding.
As those of you who have been following me for a while know, I have a son who likes to climb trees. He’s four – or will be in a few days, and he’s a pro monkey.
I also have a neighbor who thinks I’m not apt to be a mother because I’m blind.
So, like I do most days, the other day I let my son play outside while I cleaned my kitchen. Like some of you already know, my kitchen window faces the tree my son likes to climb, so while he’s out there playing, I can hear him. But instead of climbing that tree, my son climbed the fig tree, which is covered with slippery moss.
He fell, scraped his hands and knees.
I didn’t take him inside, afraid that someone would notice he fell, but I stayed with him outside while he cried, hugged and kissed him. His hands and knees weren’t wet with blood, so it was really nothing but a few scrapes.
And of course my neighbor saw that.
I owe her no explanations, and if my son fell off the tree it was not because I’m blind and can’t tell his whereabouts.
But as I was checking on his sister in the living room when he fell, I couldn’t tell he had moved from tree to tree.
I believe not even someone who could see would have been able to tell, seeing that the living room is on the other side of the house.
It was my reply, the way I defended myself to my neighbor that bothered me. My son has been climbing trees since last summer, and although he did fall a few times, like the other day, it was nothing serious. Who has never scraped his knees and hands when playing?
I’ve been climbing trees since I was a youngling as well, and I’ve had my share of falls and adventures stuck on a tree while waiting for someone big enough to help me climb down.
My mother was never judged for that, and I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with letting your child play and explore what he likes to do.
My son was back on the tree within half an hour – the one facing the kitchen window, and I let him, confident that he knows how to climb up and down without any assistance. At least now he knows that fig tree is too slippery, and hopefully he has learned a lesson. Knowing him, I’m sure he’ll try again, because he’s the type who will keep after something until he can get it.
So, fellow bloggers, I was not talking about any of you, and this is not a continuation of a comment I left in anyone’s post.
I apologize if I made anyone uncomfortable with it, and trust me, if I had anything to say to a post, I would either leave a comment or drop you an e-mail.
If I don’t like what I read, I simply don’t leave a comment and I move on – and now you’re wondering about the lack of a comment, which could also mean I simply have nothing to say.