By Fredrica Syren
Ever since he could walk, my 20-month-old Noah has been a climber. On top of this, he’s also a daredevil, which in a mommy’s world equals disaster just waiting to happen. Not only will he climb furniture but, once up there, he will stand up, and start jumping, and running back and forth. You get the picture: it’s scary for me and too much fun for him.
We have systematically removed things he found fun to climb — kids’ furniture, big toys, etc. However, as he grows so do his obstacles, and we have removed everything short of all furniture from the house. That is out of the question. So our only option is to watch him like a hawk, but we also have a second child and a life that needs to go on each day.
Today he figured out how to climb up on a rocking chair and rock himself silly. You know the saying “silence is golden except when it comes to toddlers.” Well, after a while, he was mighty quiet. Just as I started to suspect he was up to something, I heard a big thump and then a cry. He had rocked so hard that the rocker threw him off and then fell over him. Jeeez, it scared me to death! As I told him how bad this was and how lucky he was, I noticed how sad he looked.
I have to admit that I wonder if this is how those crazy people who climb Mount Everest start out — practicing climbing all kinds of furniture at home as toddlers, scaring their poor mamas.
If any of you mamas have a suggestion for me, I’d love to hear from you!!!