I might have saved C2 from the mountain (A Bit Kaput), but I can’t be in all places all of the time, every minute of every day. What mother can? Try as we might to protect our children and keep them out of harm’s way, the reality is accidents are definitely going to happen. So how do we stop from worrying about them? We don’t…
C2 was sent home from an after school sports club yesterday with a bashed nose and swollen eyes. Apparently the 6 and 7 year olds are not supposed to raise their hockey sticks when swinging (probably pretty difficult to enforce, no?) and as C2 enthusiastically chased an opponent, C2 then found the wrong end of the stick, as C2’s opponent executed a golf pro like swing directly into C2’s face.
While I am concerned about C2’s vision, C2’s nasal bone and C2’s general well being, all C2 is worried about is whether the eye will bruise and keeps asking if it is purple yet. C2 is already tearful of being teased at school for having a black eye.
CSr (Daaad) offered C2 some advice on how to deflect any attention and rather than get upset with all of the questioning, I assumed that Daaad advised C2 to just ignore everyone. I didn’t quite hear all that Daaad said but C2 seemed happy with the suggested responses.
So, on the way to school this morning, the first person that saw C2 was one of C2’s beloved PE teachers. C2 adores Mr. PE but when Mr. PE looked rather horrified and asked with genuine concern, ‘what on earth happened to you?’, I thought that C2 would turn around in tears and want to stay home for the day.
Instead, C2 responded with great enthusiasm, ‘YOU SHOULD SEE THE OTHER GUY!’
Mr. PE erupted into riotous laughter and for the first time since C2 got hurt, a sweet smile spread across C2’s gorgeous little face. Well done Daaad.
I suppose as our kids get older, new fears and worries grow right along with our little bundles of joy to replace the old ones. I’m not suggesting that as parents we walk around in a state of constant anxiety, but some of those nights spent worrying about sleeping and feeding patterns now simply evolve into how to better protect our children from everything and anything.
Sorry to new mums if you think it gets easier. I know now that it doesn’t.
I remember the first time I left C1 at home with a babysitter so that CSr (Daaad) and I could have a grown up evening with my mother in law (MIL) and father in law’s (FIL) to celebrate their anniversary.
We were headed out to the recently opened, The Ledbury in Nottinghill,
and Australian chef Brett Graham was receiving excellent reviews, and which now has 2 Michelin stars!
It was our first time with a babysitter from a local agency so we did not know her AT ALL. As a result, I was NOT relaxed about the evening, AT ALL and did not particularly want to leave C1 in the care of someone that I didn’t know. Everyone told me not to worry, but as any new mother knows, this type of advice falls on deaf ears. It didn’t really matter where we were going or who the chef was or what we were going to eat, I was NOT going to NOT worry…AT ALL.
About half way through the exquisite tasting menu, of which I could not recall a bit of it to you even at the time, as my mind was obviously elsewhere, I received a call from the babysitter telling me that C1 was vomiting.
As I had left C1 sound asleep, I of course panicked and did what I thought any sane, caring, rational, new mum would do. I hung up the phone and RAN out the door.
I did not politely excuse myself, I did not say thank you and I did not even wait for a taxi. I took my shoes off and ran. I ran across all of Westbourne Grove, I ran up the Hill. I ran past hundreds, maybe thousands of taxis along the way and ran past perfectly well and not vomiting families out strolling along, enjoying the unseasonably mild evening.
I did not stop until I got home. Seriously.
Once inside, Babysitter had already changed C1’s cot sheets and C1 was asleep.
We never did see that babysitter again. I wonder if she ever babysat again or simply told the agency under no circumstances did she want to come back to our house. I think she must have been traumatized by her decision to responsibly inform a nervous new mum of her baby’s mild tummy bug, only to then be confronted by a crazy person gasping for air with bare black feet not looking at all presentable for dinner, let alone capable of caring for a baby.
Babysitters and baby bugs have come and gone now only to be replaced by sport clubs and sleepovers and older kids on the school playground. We want our kids to take risks and experience new things so there will be plenty of time for plenty new fears and concerns, of that I am sure.
But wanting to protect C1 and C2, no matter where they are or no matter who they are with …well, THAT, obviously is not going anywhere…nope, not AT ALL.
So as long as C2’s nose isn’t broken, and probably even if it was, C2 will be back at hockey next week. Let’s hope C2 gets the right end of the stick this time.
rose, chamomile and lavender tea
pour boiling water and let seep for 3-4 minutes
drink while holding icepack on your child’s injury or
just drink throughout the day and know they are growing up happily and safely despite some bumps and bruises along the way