Grace Under Pressure? HA!

16 Apr

For anyone who is unaware, I work part time at our local YMCA. I love my job there, I get to meet and talk to great people and I work with an amazing staff at the front desk.

One of the perks of the job is that I can bring the kids with me and put them in babysitting while I work. Today Logan spent my shift making new friends and playing with all the cool toys.

Today we also had a fire drill, my first since starting there last August. Once we got over the, “what the hell is going on?” moment, we spung into action making sure that everyone was exiting the building.

LOGAN!!!

He isn’t always with me on Monday so the fact that he was there today didn’t sink in right away. Once it did though I only had one way I was going to go…towards the babysitting room.

Ushering people towards the door as I made my way, the alarms were starting to get to me. I can’t even begin to tell you how loud they were, I swear the fillings in my teeth were rattling around. Now I’m thinking Logan has got to be terrified by the loud noise and flashing lights and the last thing any mother wants is for her baby to be scared when she can’t be there to comfort him.

I make it to the babysitting room. Of course it’s empty, but you can tell the kids left in a hurry, there were toys strewn everywhere.

I now have tears welling up in my eyes.

My baby was minding his business playing happily when alarms start sounding, lights start flashing then he’s being taken outside…without his mommy. Surely he’s scared. Surely he’s upset. Surely he’s crying.

I spot him across the parking lot and take off in a full sprint towards him. I scoop Logan off the ground and squeeze him as tight as I could, showering him with kisses.

He’s totally fine and was never scared or upset at all. There I am like a blubbering idiot and he’s like, “Mom, that was really noisy.” I asked him if he was scared and he said, “No mom, I not scared!”

I knew Logan was in more than capable hands. I knew he’d be safe and sound and I had nothing to worry about. Knowing all that, I still went all mama bear.

I’m totally embarrassed for myself. I sometimes forget just how chill Logan is. He’s my go with the flow, nothing phases him kid, I should have known that he’d be totally fine with a fire drill.

What do you think, gross overreaction or typical mom?

Now that my nerves are shot I think I’ll crack open a cold beer and enjoy what’s left of this sunny day.

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3 comments
Carol
Carol

When I am on your situation, I think I will have the same reaction.. Anyway, thanks for the share!

Kazzsandra
Kazzsandra

Well of course for me, it is just a typical mom because I am almost just like you too.. I can understand you and I am sure all moms do..

Carmen
Carmen

I like the picture you've posted. He looks handsome and cute in his yellow shirt.