When I was growing up, we had our share of bumps and bruises, like any children. Whenever we had an obvious injury, my Dad would try to make us feel better by saying, “yeah, but you should see the other guy.” It was as though we had gotten in a fight every time we got hurt, and the role of the “other guy” was filled by the offending party, be it the rocking chair (my sister) or the stairs (me), or our gravel driveway (both of us). And “the other guy” was always reputed to be in worse shape than we were.
Jonathan came inside in the arms of his daddy with blood streaming down his face after dinner last night. Off they went to the ER, and within a few hours, he had five old-school stitches right in the middle of his forehead. I was kind of hoping for the glue they sometimes use on face injuries, but apparently the wound was too wide open for that to work. Fortunately, he showed no signs of a concussion.
According to David, the nurses lauded Jonathan’s performance during the stitching as the bravest they had ever seen from a two-year-old. This was no small thing, since apparently they put a young child in a restraint for stitches that sounds similar to a straitjacket. :-\
They came in the door around 10:15, and Jonathan was as happy as ever, wanting to show me what the nurses gave him: stickers, crayons, and a “math book” (this is what he calls coloring books, poor homeschool sibling that he is). Daddy had also taken him to Target on the way home to get a little prize for bravery; he picked out a knight on a horse. 🙂
We are thankful this morning, as all parents are in the wake of a potential tragedy. All the worst-case scenarios flash through your mind: what if it had been a concussion? A fractured skull? What if he had taken a blow to his eye or nose or mouth? A scar on his forehead seems minor compared to the alternatives.
And for now, the “other guy” is going in the golf bag until the next trip to the driving range. Learning in context is never a bad thing.