Am I a bad mother?

I’m always on the lookout for cute places to take pictures of my little one. While sitting in the house I had a vision. It was going to be the best picture of all time . . . until it all went wrong.

My mom bought my son an oversized, fuzzy, brown bear. For Halloween, I dressed my son up as a brown bear. Where do bears belong? Outside under a pine tree of course. So, I dressed him in his bear costume, grabbed my camera and set the scene up outside.

Mr. B is still working on his sitting skills, but as of lately he can sit for extended periods of time. I settled him on the grass next to the bear and then retreated to the sidewalk to take a picture of him. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and fell forward, scratching his face on the sidewalk. Now given, it wasn’t a big scratch, he fell all of three inches, but I felt like I was the worst mother in the world. I was sure child protective services would be knocking on my door. Mr. B was over it in about thirty seconds and quickly resumed his scoot across the floor. I learned my lesson though: either sidewalks should be paved with Jello or I should pay closer attention to what is in his “drop” zone.

Have you ever had a similar photo/sitting mishap?