…AKA: a mom. I’m pretty sure humans were designed to have two arms for a purpose, and no, opening a bottle of wine was not the reason (however I might argue that point after dealing with a sick baby all day). One is actually useful, the other is a designated baby holder. That’s right, if you’re not a parent of a baby, toddler or child that second arm is actually just an extra convenience. Not until I became a mother did I realize just how much I could do with that one arm. This was the precise moment I discovered my superhero abilities:
My 5-month-old son and I had arrived at our local library for the weekly class we attend (Phoenix Public Libraries have an amazing Babytime program, check it out here!). As I opened the car door to get my son out, one of his favorite balls fell out and rolled under the car parked next to us. By some stroke of bad luck it rolled and stopped dead center under the car. Of course. As you can imagine I was not all that happy, but figured it was a $3 ball from Target so it wasn’t the end of the world. Plus, there was hope that car would be gone when we were finished with our class. I grab the diaper bag and baby and made my way inside. I was a few minutes early and sat there thinking, “Nope, I can’t just leave it there.” So outside I scrambled with a baby on my hip. The car was still there and the ball had not moved. I pulled out a few baby wipes, crumpled them in my free hand and got down on my knees to throw this wet cloth at a ball. As you can imagine, I was a complete failure. Each wipe flew about 6 inches before too resting under the car. Now, not only did I have a ball under this car, but I now had two baby wipes stuck under there. “Okay, plan B,” I thought. I spotted some landscaping near my car, so I walked over there and picked up handful of pebbles, got down on my knees again, leaned over and on that second toss, “Wham!” I hit that ball square on. SUCCESS! The little ball rolled out as if happy to be rescued and I picked myself up and went back to class full of glory. I’m sure anybody watching me thought I was a complete maniac, but the things you do for you children. I’m not going to lie, if I spotted someone crawling under a car with a baby in her arms I’d think she’d lost her mind, too. And need not worry, that car was gone when we came out and I picked up those little wipes that had failed me. It’s been a few months since this has happened, but I’m still proud of my accomplishment that day.
What is your favorite ‘one armed bandit’ story?