Scars

Until Sunday I thought seeing red was just about being angry.  My daughter’s innocent dance twirl that catapulted her face first into our television stand changed all that.  Where delicate flesh met unforgiving wood, injury reigned supreme.  I saw red alright.  My heart wasn’t angry, it was shattered.  What was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon at home turned into a chaotic race to the hospital.  There capable hands worked to put her back together again while I struggled to keep my emotions in check.  How did it happen?  How did the little twirl she’d done countless times before go so wrong?  How was my little girl smiling and facing needles and thread so bravely when her big and protective mom wanted to sob on the floor?

By the time we made it home, my daughter was lost in the joy of the grape popsicle she earned for being such a good patient.  Though well aware of her boo-boo, she was completely over the events that led us to that point.  Mommy wasn’t though.  When she asked for some music and for us all to dance I wanted to say no.  I wanted to bundle her up on the couch with a good book and make sure she was safe and sound.  Her eyes pleaded as only a 2 year old’s can.  So we danced and she spun and I realized a split lip and a couple of stitches wasn’t the worst injury she could have walked away with.  Had her confidence been damaged, it would have left a deeper wound.

2 Responses to “Scars”

  1. Tricia says:

    Oh Lisa, I know that red light well. It sounds like your little one is on the mend. My son broke his leg and spent the summer of 07 in a full body cast. When he was released from the plaster, we wanted to encase him in bubble wrap, but we found that he was so nervous about hurting himself again, we had to become cheerleaders. Restoring his confidence too quite a while, and it seemed to be the complete opposite of our instincts to tell him…oh yea, go climb some contraption or another, you’ll be just fine. We all learned so much from the whole thing.

  2. Jen says:

    Oh how frightening for everyone! I’m glad she’s ok, and that she’s still dancing.