Entry FeedWhy is it always worse when our children get injured when someone else is supervising them? I am sure that my mother remembers the daggers I glared at her when Son One fell down her front cement steps. Luckily my children seem to be born with unusually thick skulls which so far (touch wood) have kept them safe.
Tonight Daughter was riding her new two-wheel bike with training wheels while Husband watched (I was at the first night of summer hockey with the boys - yes, hockey, it really never ends.) She is madly in love with her new bike - it is pink with a basket on it. She also picked out a new helmet with fairies on it and that lights up. Could she be any more of a girl? Daughter has asked me three times already to remove her training wheels. I keep telling her that she has to wait until she is four. Here are a few pictures of the proud girl on her new bike. Yes, she learned to ride it wearing a dress.
When I came home tonight and Daughter was crashed on the couch, fast asleep. Husband explained that she had fallen off of her bike and scraped both knees, and in her pain cried herself to sleep. Sad, isn't it? I wasn't even home to hold her and dry her tears. I asked Husband what first aid he had done - polysporin or spray bandage. Nothing.
At least my Husband is super safe when it comes to protecting their little brains. All of my children are so used to wearing their bike helmets that they routinely wear them through lunch. So her little head wasn't hurt. My poor angel!
Son Two had a wicked bike accident last year, also not under my supervision. It goes down in history as the quickest treatment we have ever received in an Ontario Hospital - in and out in less than an hour. Here is the picture I took of him that night as he slept. Again, he was wearing a helmet (that we replaced the next day). Surprisingly, he still rides a bike - though not the one from the accident. He is one tough kid.
Looking at the picture still is so upsetting. I guess as moms we have to realize that we can't always be there, and our kids may get hurt when we are not around. It is such a feeling of guilt that not only weren't we there to prevent the pain, but we also weren't there to kiss it all better.