Joy Of Being A Mother

The Joys of Being a Mother

Do you ever wonder what traits you pass yon to your children? I can tell you that my son has my ears and I'll even admit that he inherited my bossy attitude but there are some things that we just don't know if we have passed to our children till the day that we are faced with it. For example one day last summer, my son and I were out in the park. We played for about a half an hour and then decided it was time to go home. I gathered up all our toys and put them into the car, buckled him in his seat and then drove off. We had only driven a few blocks when Dauntee out of absolutely no where began to scream in agony. I had never heard him make such a heart wrenching sound. I looked in the rear view mirror at him and immediately pulled into the next parking lot.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop I threw open my car door and dashed around to his. I ripped open his door and in just the matter of seconds that it had taken me to get off the road and to his side his precious little face was drenched in tears and was crying so hard the he could barely get a breathe in. Frantically I snatched him from his car seat to find the culprit that had caused this terrifying moment. As I lifted him out of the car, I saw an enormous yellow bee. Despite my immense fear of the deviant insect I reached right over and squashed him between my thumb and forefinger. Removed the beast from my child's innocent thigh, and then stomped on his corpse several times to insure that he was dead. I attempt to console my son for a brief nanosecond before re- securing his restraints and jumping back into the driver's seat. We flew down the road. In a matter of minutes we were at the emergency room doors. I pulled directly up to the front and removed my still hysterical infant from the vehicle. I rushed him into triage holding him tightly in my arms. With absolute terror in my heart I reached for a nurse, and grabbed her by the arm and with my voice quivering and tears now running down my face al well to her that my son had been stung by a bee. She attempted to take him out of my arms but grip was too