Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Fat lip {Not-so-wordy Wednesday}



Quinn’s face met the pavement yesterday. This boy mom stuff is not for the faint of heart.



Every time I look at his little face, I want to cry!

I try so hard not to be over-protective. I resist the urge to constantly hover around him, even though every ounce of my being wants to keep him in a bubble where he’ll never get sick or hurt.

I practice letting go because I know I have to. It’s what’s best for him. But it seems like every time I let go a little, he gets hurt.

I let him go down the slide by himself at a new park last week. He went down faster than I expected him to, and he got hurt.

I let him run a little ahead of me at Happy Hollow yesterday, and he fell face first onto the cement and got this fat lip.

Both times, there was blood. Both times, I held it together while I dabbed the blood away from Q’s mouth and held him close. Both times, I fell apart in the car and cried on the way home.

I know bumps, bruises, scrapes and fat lips are part of childhood – possibly even signs of a fun, adventurous childhood.

I just hope my heart – and Quinn’s face – can take it.



6 comments:

  1. Oh, don't worry so much. It is all part of growing up and the little ones are a lot more resilient than we think. I'm at the point now, with number three, where it barely bothers me anymore. She's a real klutz (got that from her mommy) and falls at least once a day!!! Poor kid has more scrapes and bruises. Her chin looks like Jay Leno's right now from the face plant she did at a restaurant the other night.

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    1. Oh, poor thing! Glad she's okay! I know it's all part of the adventure. Q will have the scars - and I will have the gray hairs - to show for it. :)

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  2. Each and every one of my scars, is an awesome adventure and fun time I had. Some times they were accidents, or even resulted from fights or wrongdoing from others but those were all great lessons and made me way stronger. I had a super adventurous childhood full of imaginative games and feats and I wish I could relive that all again. Rope swings, unstable tree forts, home made 20ft+ tall zip lines (that one near killed my mom), bungee jumping from trees with bicycle inner-tube tires (also nearly killed my mom), yelling a teenagers from across a field at a local school then running away just to see if we could escape them chasing us......sooooo much fun! I would totally be meek, more classically introverted etc were it not for my mom letting me get hurt and learn from it. Way harder on you than it will be on Q!

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    1. Oh wow, Mark! I'm having a heart attack just reading that. Does your mom drink a lot of wine? Because if Q is half as adventurous as you, I'm going to need a LOT of wine. Wine and band-aids. {I'm starting to think that's what I should re-name my blog. :)}

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  3. As a kid I decided to see if I could ride my bike with my eyes closed. The resulting fat lip lasted a week. I was in 3rd grade and refused to go to school out of embarrassment. Suffice it to say, his lip will heal, however, I know how you feel. My Melissa is 15 and I still want to hover over her (much to her chagrin)

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    1. Oh my gosh! I bet you gave your mom a few gray hairs as well! I know I did.

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