Last week I was out with friends.
We had a lovely meal and much wine was drunk with fantastic company.
All was well until the time came to depart.
I stepped out of the pub and my foot slipped on something, all I remember was my foot going up in the air and me flying backwards.
The next thing I remember is my name being shouted "Sara! Sara! Sara!" and an ice pack being applied to the back of my head.
I couldn't see, I had tunnel vision and I could hear lots of things being said.....
Ambulance
Bleeding
Hospital
A&E
I just wanted to go home.
As it happened I had bad concussion and it was only when my husband realised I had been knocked out cold he frog marched me to hospital fuming that the hotel had not called an ambulance at the time.
The realisation hit me that I could have died.
So..............
With that and finding out that a friend had two friends hurt in cycling accidents and the fact that I have had two reports of my son causing emergency stops in the village has made me insist that he wears his helmet.
Apparently I have ruined his life.
Apparently he will be made fun of.
Apparently he won't be cool wearing a helmet.
I am his mum.
I don't care about cool but I do care about him being made fun of.
It took too long for him to come into my life.
I have spent the last 13 (almost 14) years raising him thats alot of sleepless nights and worrying to lose him just because of not wearing a helmet!
His life is precious to me.
I wish that wearing helmets on bikes was compulsory.
I wish that wearing helmets on bikes wasn't perceived as "uncool"