Have you ever seen your mom fall? How about your baby? How about your mom, while she’s holding your baby?
Then you know the feeling of helpless, terror in slow motion too, huh? Let’s start a support club.
Thankfully, Lucy is fine. Unthankfully, carrying her while crossing the perilous, icy parking lot, meant not being able to catch herself when Grandma lost her footing. Now poor grandma is laid up on her spring break vacation with a sprained ankle. Damn it.
Damn Ice. Damn Ice Town.
This incident (and thousands of Fairbanks Follies prior to this) begs only one question.
Why did we ever even step outside? I don’t know. I honestly don’t.
But I can promise you this: We won’t do it again. (We’ve got the ankle to stop us if we even try it).
And, our resolve not to go outside makes the following item even that much more ridiculous:
We love you Grandma. No matter what your degree of pain and mobility may or may not be, we’re still so glad you’re here. I’m just so sorry you got hurt.
Please Send Healing Vibes (and reading recs for Grandma’s Kindle),