slip

Today one of Tom's relatives got married. It was a lovely wedding set at the new husband's family home, on a hill overlooking the valley and the family's the filbert orchards. The young couple look so content.

I drive home and all three men need to use the bathroom. The drive is over an hour, but we make it. As I am unloading dishes in the kitchen I hear the thump of someone sliding on the stairs. I turn in time to see Riley bounce down several stairs.

I can't stop the scream that rises in my throat. He has slipped in his white socks. He catches the rail, but he has bounced on at least four or five stairs. No bumps or bruises the doctor said. My heart is in my throat. He sees my expression and his own fear is reflected. He gets up and comes down the rest of the stairs and gives me a hug. I shudder.
"It's OK Mom" he says.

I ask where he hit and he says just his Butt. I check him over for bruises. A couple of welts are appearing but so far nothing serious. I will check again later.

Tom wants us all to stay up and watch a movie. I think that is a good idea. At least then I can see if Riley did do something serious internally without being obvious. Though I think he is fine. No serious organs in his butt, just pride and a tearfully over reacting and apologetic mom.