This morning I was paying my parents a short visit. Eli played rough with my dad. My mom and I watched in amusement, commenting on how different boys can be from girls. We're not a rough-and-tumble kind of family, he just came wired that way. Adorable, that little guy, I thought.
It wasn't so adorable when my dad brought him in from outside a few minutes later, bloody and wailing. He'd taken the X-Games Act outside, and, attempting to do a "cool trick" inside the van, bit it hard into the center console.
I've seen him bloody and broken before, but for some reason, this one about put me over the edge. As I was trying to stop the bleeding with a washcloth and determine whether a trip to the ER was in our near future or not, I felt myself go dizzy. In the moment when a boy needs his mother the most, I nearly passed out. It probably had less to do with the blood than it did with the vision of medical bills to come.
We spent some time horizontal on my parents' couch, until he stopped bleeding and I could sit up without seeing sparkles. A trip to the ER would be avoided, but he can probably cross male model off his list of potential careers.
I'm not a helicopter parent, and I like seeing the pure joy on Eli's face when he's doing what he loves most: moving fast and finding new air. I know we have a lot more blood and tears in our future, unless I reign him in or invest in a lot of bubble wrap. Someday these incidents will all morph into funny "remember when" stories, right?
Speaking of breaking things, I'm about to begin the process of moving Just Like The Number from Typepad to WordPress. I'll be sure to let you know when the actual move takes place, but be prepared for some wonkiness in the near future.
Hopefully I'll come out of it smiling like Eli, but let's hope the process is slightly less bloody.