Kingston suffered a fall at school last week. It didn’t look like anything…he had no bumps, bruises or scrapes, but we had enough concern to take him to ER a couple days later to get an xray. Turns out he had a hairline fracture that might end up having him in a cast for a couple weeks? Boy the things this little guy has been through.
I swear my hair will all fall out in a few years at this pace. You know, the one thing about parenting stress isn’t always about the child himself. (King is often oblivious of his own pains…he’ll continue playing like it’s nothing). The stress comes from all the stuff that surrounds the incident — how do you handle this with his caretaker? How might you prevent this from occurring again in the future? How over-protective can you be? (my wife suggested buying him a helmet and pads for him to use in the school playground; I fear he’ll be laughed at by classmates or treated differently by teachers), etc.
The list goes on and on about the details that goes around raising these little people. No manuals. No straight answers. I just forge through from incident to incident handling it best that I can.
You better appreciate this someday Kingston…the next time you stare at your old pops when he’s 90.