Last week I wrote a post about worrying about your children getting hurt. I now think that post was preparing me for this very night. Jackson has had a relatively accident free life. It has not been for lack of opportunities to get hurt. He has just been protected so many times. I will be the first to admit that the child is accident prone. Actually, that is probably an understatement. He is an accident magnet. But somehow, with the exception of one broken arm, he has managed to get through 8 years relatively unscathed. So, I guess it was time for a little accident.
He has been getting braver and braver on his scooter. Learning how to do tricks where he rides down hills fast. And he always wants to take it with us when we go for our evening walk. So we let him. We live in a subdivision where there are homes and town homes. Some of the town homes are on a little hill and their driveways are a great place to “be a daredevil” as Jackson says. Well, it had been raining during the day so there was a little puddle at the bottom of the hill. Do you see where I’m going here yet? He came down the hill at top speed, hit the puddle and went flying! Any my heart stopped! The worst part was that some of his friends were right there to see the whole thing. He got up, got back on his scooter and hurried home.
By the time I rushed home with the stroller, the tears and the blood were running freely. He was so brave though! Even with the grit and the grime stuck to his wounds, he stood there and told me that it was OK, because sometimes boys get hurt and that’s just part of being a boy.
Mark took him inside to wash out his wounds and see how bad they were. As soon as the water hit his leg, the pain set it. And it broke me. I think I was crying harder than he was! And Miller decided to add his sobs in as well. Honestly, seeing my baby hurt was more than I could take and Mark knew it. He rescued me from having to witness it by sending me to the pharmacy for band aids and gauze. Thankfully, by the time I got back, Jackson was cleaned up and resting.
He seems to have recovered well from the trauma. He is back to his rambunctious self. And I am still slightly shaken from the whole experience. But I guess I better get used to it. I’m sure with two boys I have many more years of scraps and scratches and scares. Because that is part of having boys. But that doesn’t mean that it is easy. Or that it will ever get easier. I’m sure I will hurt to my core every time one of my boys get hurt. But I did learn something from the whole experience. I learned that my little Jackson is becoming a strong young man. And that makes me proud. But it will be just fine with me if we go another 8 years without any more heart stopping accidents!