Friday, September 05, 2008

Lumps, Bumps, and Bruises

My baby boy has his first real boo-boo. It is a giant black and blue goose egg on his tiny little forehead.

It is the result of chasing the cat a bit faster than he can really manage on two feet. I didn't actually see it occur but I did hear the thump followed by the wailing. I was across the room in mere hundredths of a second gathering the whimpering heap into my arms.

He calmed quickly (distraction works wonders) and shows no signs of slowing down. I, on the other hand, am left with my own self-inflicted guilt. Why wasn't I hovering waiting to catch him? Guilt made worse by every glimpse of the resulting mark.

The practical and logical side of me knows I can't hover beside him every second. I even know that besides being impractical, it isn't good for his confidence, independence, and development. I have to let him explore on his own. I have to know that there will be bumps, bruises, broken bones, and even broken hearts along the way. I can't shelter him from it all.

So, why then has the lump upon his forehead resulted in an even bigger lump in my throat?

I guess we both have a lot of work to do on this independence thing. It's a good thing we have years to practice.



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ow! I know the feeling...gramma

Octamom said...

So sorry for the boo-boo! I remember 1 of 8's first boo-boo--she scratched her knee. It wasn't all that bad but I did shed tears--she'd never had a real scratch!

Blessings!

Adventures In Babywearing said...

Aw- it's hard I know! My Carter broke his arm when he was only TWO! Oh my heart.

Steph

Susie said...

Oh there was alot of that going around then - my youngest tumbled down the brick steps landing on the concrete sidewalk. His nose is all scratched up and he had a goose egg on the forehead immediately. It looked awful! I felt awful. Sigh - it never gets easier.