Life's a Bear

There are many occasions that I am convinced that it takes more than just mom to keep her kids safe and my likely guardian angels may be my dad and sister. Here is my most recent story: This morning I was upstairs in my bedroom. I heard Laurel and Owen go outside. While I normally do not like them to be outside unsupervised I was so happy that there were not staring at TV garbage- I figured that it is time to loosen the leash a little. Within three minutes of them being outside I hear Laurel exclaim, "Oh my God. Oh my God." Not only were the words odd but the tone perked my ears up. Then I heard Owen crying and I thought to myself- He got hurt AGAIN! But when I looked out the window I saw him on the tire-swing unharmed.... Then I saw the bear! First Laurel had come face to face with the bear and when she yelled, it ran to the backyard where Owen was relaxing and eating his cereal on the tire swing. As he spun around he then came face to face with the bear. He later told me, I knew I could die but I thought positive and slowly backed away. (As a side note, this whole concept of positive thinking is a wonderful change in my formally negative Ned.) Once we were all safe inside I just knew that somehow we were all kept safe, Thank God and probably thank Dad and Denise too!