You will be bloody knackered
Was the overriding response from our friends.
I wasn’t quite sure what they meant, but my son has done a remarkable job in educating me.
Like many other children (I am guessing) his exploratory intuition has developed before his understanding of gravity. Within, well… minutes really, he has sussed out the joy of jumping off the couch, or chair, or toy chest.
In return, I realise that my responsibility is to help school him in the practicalities of jumping (as well as the fun), so the quickest way would probably to let him jump and experience the fall. That would make me many things, cruel being one of them. Keen to avoid subjecting my son to some head trauma, my role, as I see it, is to catch him whenever he jumps.
Simple, if I had motion sensors peppered around the house, and a clear sight into the future. Sadly, with my life not being a sci-fi movie, I have neither of these, so have to rely on my new found skill of parental instinct, which is still very much in development.
I am learning the tell-tale sounds of a potential fall though, silence is indeed deafening, but the effort-loaded grunt of him trying to climb onto the couch is the one sound we need to keep listening out for.
Now I am a stay at home dad, obviously a great deal of my time is spent playing with him anyway, but when I nip to the kitchen to turn the hob off, for example, my internal alarm is switched on, and he sees this as carte blanche to put our adoption preparation to the test.
Running between rooms, and diving desperately, arms stretched, is only one lapse of concentration away.
So frequent is his attempts to render me horizontal, I often find myself muttering the words ‘go go gadget arms’ in a futile attempt to stretch out further than the law of physics will allow.
We knew as adoptive parents, our son would be testing our boundaries; but I wasn’t quite expecting the lengths of my arms to come in to question.
Short of moving into a bouncy castle, it was only a matter of time before a more serious accident happened, and so last week, unfortunately, I was proved right.
About the Author: Andrew McDougallAndrew is an adoptive father, and stay at home dad. Having adopted his son in January 2013, he is a new adoptive parent, but well versed in the adoption process. He is a married, coffee drinker, Xbox addict, and a graduate of Marketing. Andrew McDougall is an alias he uses to protect the identity of his adopted son.
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