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.