I came across this article/video last week. And as cool as surfing is, I pray that none of my children will ever be so passionate about it that they'll want to take on the big daddies. I almost started crying with each wipeout and the following things popped into my mind:
Is he okay? OH MY GOSH! Is he okay? Oh NO! I hope that board doesn't sever his leg. I hope he doesn't drown. That is a lot of water pressure. What if he bangs his head on a rock? Oh NO! Is he okay?
I just hope their mothers weren't watching. You know, in an effort to save them from an anxiety attack.
Then I watched the trailer for this movie. And although I'm not a huge animal person generally, It's very possible I'll now be asking for a chimpanzee at Christmas.
I tell you what, this "being a mom" thing has really got me crying about everything if it has to do with kids. So, as one who already cries about everything, I am here to tell you that "everything" just expanded. Crap.