Just call me 'Grace'

If someone were to ask me if I considered myself to be a klutz, I would have to respond, "No. I manage to avoid most incidents that require physical ease and grace in my movements." (okay. I probably wouldn't answer exactly that way.)

I mean, I've never broken any bones. I never had to have stitches... until I gave birth for the first time. (Yowzaa!) I've never had a black eye. Or even a sprain, strain, or odd pain from the result of a trip, run-in, or fall. Yup. Pretty much, klutz free.

Until today.

It all came flooding back to me, as I stumbled onto the asphalt head first, with my child in tow. In front of many bystanders. In front of a busy store with people of all sorts.

SPLAT!

As I was picking up my baby, inspecting for damages, it was at that moment that I realized I had encountered this very same scenario at least 3 times before, with my oldest "fruit of my loins".

I blame it all on my bulky, substantial chest. I'm like a Weeble Wobble. Top heavy, with minuscule feet to carry the load.

(the resemblance is uncanny!)

Between carrying a child, shopping bags, purse, a beverage and walking...disaster was bound to happen.

But yet, I still did not learn the first time I fell 11 years ago.

My toddler is more than capable of holding my hand and walking along the side of me. Heck he'll even carry a light bag for me! But, ohhhh noooo! I needed to get things done quickly! I needed to do it myself!

Sometimes it takes a knock (literally) to my head to make me realize, that I can't do it ALL and I most definitely can not do it alone.

And that's okay. Cause I've got these three guys in my corner.

(Awwwwwww)

"The red coats are comin'! The red coats are comin'!"

This guy is ready to bare arms, anytime, anywhere, for me.