Okay, so today I finally have proof that those moments where you think that you've had the worlds wost moment and that you will never survive... it is so wrong.
I think I was about seven when I got my first baby sitting job. The boy that I was watching was a neighbor. What I don't remember was if it was during a baby sitting job or if it happened just one day when I way playing with the boy outside. But I was holding the boy and accidentally dropped him on the concrete patio. The worst part was that he landed on his head. I was so upset that I ran home and cried for hours. There was no harm that was done. The boy didn't even have to go to the hospital. But I thought it was the end of the world. Literally. I also thought that I would never baby sit again.
Yeah that never happened!!!!
Well tonight I was watching my youngest nephew. We were playing on the sofa. I had a pillow and had a one way pillow fight with him (he's a year and a half and he thinks it's the greatest thing ever). Well I put the pillow down on the sofa and my nephew threw himself down on the pillow. Well when he did he totally smacked his head on the edge of a little side table right next to the sofa. At first I thought that he just smacked his head, like he's done a few times before in the past. It wasn't until he sat up that I saw blood start to drip down his forehead. It turned out that he hit the corner of the table.
The good news is that he was alright. About a half hour later he was back to throwing himself around on the sofa again. But as I held my nephew and comforted him while I gathered supplies to clean the wound I was reminded of that boy that I dropped on his head. I smiled at the memory, not because these two boys got hurt, but because of the difference in my reaction. Knowing first aid is a great thing to know, but that's not my point either. It's just those little moments in life where things happen. Many times we think it's the end of the world. Where nothing could possibly get worst. But the truth of the matter is that crap happens in life and we have a choice in how we can respond to it. We can run away and cry or we can act.
No matter what life throws at us, no matter how difficult things appear at the time, sometimes we just need to be the nurse. We just need to pick up (what ever it is that hurts) and be the comfort--things are going to be all right. My nephew was no doubt in pain and shocked, but his Tia was there to hold him, comfort him, tell him things were going to be all right, and even joke with him. (Yes, I did tell him several times that I thought that this was only the first of the little bumps and scrapes that he'd get into, all the while laughing.) I figured that the one thing that I could teach him right now is that we do get hurt, but it's alright to laugh it off. He even did a great job while I was gathering supplies to tend to his little gash. The sight of blood didn't bother him. And when he felt some dripping down his forehead he'd lean forward to tell me that he needed his forehead blotted. No, it wasn't as bad as what this probably sounds like. But I've seen how my niece and oldest nephew react to blood. And this little guy was such the trooper and brave. By all rights, this was his first serious accident and he didn't let it cripple him.
I like it when I can learn something from a child!
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