The Hard Bits: Watching Them Get Hurt

I remember falling off of my bike once. I was fairly little, and extremely proud for learning to ride it without the need for stabilisers anymore. That all quickly disappeared when I hit a curb at a less than precise angle and hurtled over the handle bars onto the cold, wet concrete face first. The results were a graze to both my upper lip and the tip of my nose that instantly began to bleed quite badly.
I remember my Mum checking me over and giving me a hug before holding a flannel to the wounds on my face. I remember the sting of the graze and the shock I felt at being fine one moment then falling and pained the next. And I remember going to bed that night with a fat lip and the taste of metal in my mouth from the blood congealing over the top of the cuts, and running my tongue over them in amazement that such a thing could happen to one’s face!
The reason I’m writing this memory, especially in its vivid detail, is because at the time, I never realised that it was all a part of life experience and about the importance of learning a lesson. It taught me to be more cautious of curbs and to pay full attention to what I was doing whilst out on my bike. 
The whole reason we fall is to teach us how not to fall, and that, if we do, we can get back up again.
However, there isn’t a lesson for us from the perspective of a parent, on how to react or deal with our own children getting hurt. When I think back to my own Mother’s reaction if we ever fell or tripped or collided with something, I can now empathise with the effort that went into showing a calm exterior whilst one’s interior is going bat shit crazy with all kinds of emotions… mainly guilt, shock, worry and a million and one worst case scenarios. That is a lesson we can only learn once we are parents ourselves, as and when it arises… and it is a hard one to take.
Today, I took BB to a farm. It was my sister’s birthday and we took our collective brood off to burn some energy, running around and feeding chickens and goats and such like. BB is living up to the toddler label by toddling about, sometimes maintaining perfect balance and ease of movement whilst other times making my heart skip beats with teetering stances that remind me of a drunkard weaving up the street. 
I decided to capture a couple of cute picture moments of his antics on my phone and just as I was putting my phone away in my pocket, I looked up in time to see BB lose balance and face plant the farm’s gravel path.
There were tears, mud, grit, snot, saliva and blood and all I could do was gather him up and hold him close. Cue the panic. The mind whirled and I could feel stares from concerned onlookers and possibly even judgement from any who had seen me on my phone rather than right in front of my child with my arms outstretched. Cue our friend: ‘Guilt’.
I stayed calm (outwardly), relied on my sister to pass me baby wipes and water to wash away all the debris and as I did, the hardest thing to witness was the pain and confusion that kept tripping across my BB’s little innocent face.  Then came our other friend: ‘Worry’. What if he’s chipped a tooth? What if he’s caught a bug from all the farm muck on the floor? What if he doesn’t stop bleeding? What if he gets a scar?
Luckily we were due to leave the farm anyway, but I was in such a blinkered post-accident blur that I barely remembered to say a proper goodbye to my sister, let alone my niece and nephew. I was on autopilot and eager to get home, primal instinct urging me to safety I suppose.
On the drive home BB went from the odd whimper to sudden smiles and giggles, the memory of what had happened 20 minutes prior completely gone from his mind. I, on the other hand, was still reliving what had happened and dealing with the arrival of our final friend: Shock. How could a split second be the difference between fine and not fine? The swiftness and speed that these accidents and even near accidents happen is ridiculous. You’d have to be the bloody Flash to avoid every single one of them.
But, as I said, it is all about learning. And, as hard as it is to accept, our most treasured little people have to and will get hurt from time to time in order to help them see the importance of not getting hurt. It is a lesson we all learn and that is kept mainly in our subconscious. As for my lesson on being the parent to the afflicted, my sister put it eloquently:
“The memory of this won’t stay with him for long, but it will stay with you forever”.
*BB is absolutely fine after his trip and bats me away for fussing too much over his wounds…. which, incidentally, are healing very nicely and not gangrenous from the amount of goose/duck/chicken/pig/sheep and cat shit that must have been present on the floor he collided with!

BB, just before he took a trip, in his cute bobble hat with my little Nephew. 

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  1. November 17, 2016 / 12:00 pm

    Ah it's tough as we can't protect them from these spills they take sometimes. I do think it's more painful for us then it is for them!! I'm glad he recovered quickly at least & was happy again soon. Thank you for sharing your post with us at #BloggerClubUK xx

  2. November 17, 2016 / 10:39 pm

    Definitely! He's forgotten all about it and has healed up nicely…. I'm still suffering flash backs and suppressing the need to wrap him in cotton wool or bubble wrap! Haha! Needs to happen though, all part of life's lessons. Thank you for commenting, looking forward to the next linky 🙂 xx

  3. Anonymous
    November 18, 2016 / 10:55 am

    I was in hospital so often as a kid. I ran into a coffee table and needed stitches, flipped over the handlebars of my bike and knocked myself unconscious (waking up in an MRI is weird…), broke my wrist playing touch football, broke my ankle running up stairs, the list goes on. My parents lost years off their life in waiting rooms. I really hope the Wee Baby T is more like his mum (smart enough to avoid dangerous situations).

  4. November 19, 2016 / 10:21 am

    Aww poor little man and poor mummy!These accidents definitely have more of an effect on us parents that they do on our clumsy children. It is so hard to stay calm when little ones hurt themselves xx #fortheloveofblog

  5. November 19, 2016 / 10:21 am

    Aww poor little man and poor mummy!These accidents definitely have more of an effect on us parents that they do on our clumsy children. It is so hard to stay calm when little ones hurt themselves xx #fortheloveofblog

  6. November 19, 2016 / 4:32 pm

    Ouch! Must have been traumatic for you to remember it all! Here's hoping he does… for everyone's sake!xx

  7. November 19, 2016 / 4:34 pm

    It was so difficult to stay calm! I was like a duck, calm on top but paddling like crazy underneath! The mind truly goes into hyper drive and you have to fight with yourself not to over react. Thank you for commenting!xx

  8. November 20, 2016 / 8:52 am

    It's strange how they forget so easily glad he is ok now great post Thanks for linking to the #THAT FRIDAY LINKY come back next week please

  9. November 20, 2016 / 10:20 am

    Oh I hate it when Zach hurts himself enough to make him cry. Just the other day at soft play he was running to me, tripped over a chair leg and smashed his face on a table leg, leaving him with a bloody nose which he totally freaked out about. It was horrible and I felt terrible. But you are right, it is a learning curve for them. Thanks for linking up with #TwinklyTuesday

  10. November 20, 2016 / 2:52 pm

    It's horrible when you see it happen, but can't prevent it isn't it. I hate the thought of my two getting hurt at school and me not being there to make them better. Thanks for linking up to That Friday Linky

  11. November 20, 2016 / 5:31 pm

    I know, if only I found it that easy to forget! Thank you for hosting, loving the new title for the linky btw and will be back on the next one for sure! Have a great week 🙂

  12. November 20, 2016 / 5:34 pm

    Oh my GOD you poor things, that sounds horrific! I think anything to do with the face is especially upsetting because it's such a vulnerable place to get hurt. I hope he's ok now, bet he'll watch out for chair legs more now 😉 looking forward to the next linky! xoxo

  13. November 20, 2016 / 5:36 pm

    Ugh.. it horrid. Like watching things happen in slow motion! I will feel like that about school too when the time comes… I'll be the mum who hovers around the gates trying to catch a glimpse of them and make sure all is OK. Haha!see you on next week's linky!xoxo

  14. November 21, 2016 / 12:21 pm

    Poor little'en. But you're right, the best approach for everyone is stay calm and know it happens and is just part of growing up. #marvmondays

  15. November 22, 2016 / 12:28 am

    Exactly…. it's just so much easier said than done!ha! Thank you for commenting xx

  16. November 22, 2016 / 1:38 pm

    Oh I feel for you on this score. My son is at a 16month wobbly stage and is colliding with everything. Blood on occasion. It's so hard to deal with but we manage to keep it together with a cuddle and concern! Thanks for linking to #fortheloveofblog

  17. November 24, 2016 / 12:18 am

    It's so horrible! I lose count of how many times he collides with things in a day! May just pad all walls and furniture and leave it that way until he leaves home!haha! Thank you for commenting, see you on the next linky! Xx

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