So Ava was playing around the living room, and all of a sudden it happened.
She fell over her little sea-legs and hit the edge of the piano bench with her cheekbone on the way down. No less that this happens in front of dinner guests. Immediately she screams the delayed, top-of-the-lungs, I’m-really-hurt scream. Moms and dads know what I mean. The one where they take the deep breath and wait a few seconds before air or sound comes out. The one I dread.
Now it looks like I beat my child, and worse I feel badly for not protecting her from the horrid bench.
Yet, I can’t cover every corner, and I can’t hold her hand forever. She’s 13 months and so independent that I can barely catch hold of her during exploration. I hesitate to think what it will be like in a few years. The house is childproofed as best as possible. Cords are put away, plugs are covered and everything below three feet is fit for infant hands.
But isn’t that just a part of life? We all have to learn how to let them grow up and learn for themselves. We can’t prevent every injury, and we certainly won’t be able to prevent the broken hearts and hurt feelings of first loves and high school dating. Or the loss of a job, or the death of a loved one.
We all have to go through growing periods, and sometimes it hurts. But we learn and grow through it. I wish it didn’t hurt, but if it didn’t hurt, would I learn as much? I doubt it. So Heavenly Father, please give me the ability to deal with the pain as I help my little girl grow up and learn.
How did we deal with the pain today? Chocolate cake for Daddy’s Day 🙂 We also had to take a nice long bath to clean off the frosting. . .