Since that incident, only a few weeks ago, he has:
Bashed his head in the same spot at school the following week.
Cut the top of his head open at a friend’s house on a bunk bed the night before we moved house.
Bashed the other side of his forehead while playing chase/hide and seek with his brothers which resulted in a scary tennis ball sized lump on Sunday night.
And on Monday night he ran into a chair and re-opened the glued part of head that he had split open at school a few weeks ago.
This child, my gorgeous baby boy, terrifies me on a daily basis. And in doing so reminds me of my ‘baby’ brother who now towers above me, but who we used to be convinced would be a stunt man because of all the craziness that was part of his childhood.
My No 4 son; clever, funny, cute, not that interested in sleep, and really, really ridiculously fast. This is a child, who at 4 years old came 61st in the village 2km fun run, out of 122 people. He ran far ahead of his Daddy, who was running with No 3 son, the slightly slower and less terrifying twin brother of No 4. When he ran out of the woods on his own, ahead of many adults and teenagers, and continued to run, not put off by the cheering and crowds, my heart surged with pride. But I also thought, no wonder he is so much trouble if he can out run this lot!!!
I think he needs to be wrapped in bubble wrap to keep him safe. Or wear a helmet permanently. But since he wouldn’t be remotely interested in those options, and since his promises to stop running everywhere last approximately 5 seconds, I think I should resign myself to a lot more grey hairs.