|The snake at our campsite- alive and well|
|Smashed under a log, no longer a threat to anyone|
|My son pointing out a picture of the snake he saw.|
At about 9 months old, he scaled a book case in the family room. The shelves were the adjustable kind that just sort of sit on the case, not firmly attached, and the top one tipped up knocking my baby boy to the floor and dumping an entire shelf full of heavy books on him. I was terrified. He was fine. So fine, that he was back to climbing up the book case almost as soon as I had put everything back together again.
At about 2 years old, he refused to go home with me and his sisters after a little walk around the block. I tried that old, “If you won‘t come, I‘ll just have to leave without you” trick and I walked slooooooowly off, assuming he would follow as soon as he realized I was serious. I was only about one house away when I glanced back to check on him. He was standing on the sidewalk at the end of a driveway not paying any attention to me or anything else, when I noticed a minivan in the driveway starting to back up to leave. Just before I was able to scream in terror, the driver happened to look back and somehow, though it doesn’t seem possible, see that short little toddler in the rear view mirror. Once again, I was traumatized, my son was completely unscathed. Needless to say, I have never tried that trick again!
Leading up to the rattlesnake encounter, there have been other, thankfully less dramatic, moments too. I’m thinking God must have some pretty big plans for this kid. Plans that must surely require a lot of courage on my son’s part, a lot of trust on mine, and a whole lot of overtime on the part of the legion of angels watching over him!