The Reflex

Ever close your child's head in a door? Well, this unfortunate occurance happened this pm to me, one very uncaffeinated mother person. Sadly, the victim of my slowed reflex was my son, Aidan. With the umbrella in hand, 2 mother bags in other, strattling to aim my son's head somewhere in the lost in-between, PUSH went the door and THWACK he was smackified. The lesson learned hear kids is that mistakes do happen. Mother's close their children's heads in doors. I know I am not the lone ranger on this frontier. Didn't this happen to Erma Bombeck and she later laughed about it??? Why am I not laughing.
Guilt-filled, I could not muster more than a bite or two of my pork chop-filled salad for dinner. I poured the bag of ice upon Aidan's knot just as I did tears and apologies.
Again I say, do moments like this occur in other mother's lives or am I just the lucky one?
Aidan ate him hamburger helper as my husband chastised me for my lateness to my brain and we called it an early night. I sit here ready for yet another school lecture on the computer wondering if his noggin be okay by morning light. One too mother bags later, I'm going to have to downsize and remember that we're all human. I did give birth to him and why ever would I seek out to harm him? Again, in vain I say, it was a mistake.
Aidan hugged me and said, "...it's okay, Mommy, I still love you." And with his hand to my head, patting me like a dog, it was the only reflex that was needed.