Today’s Drama
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T and I arrive home @ 8:30.
“Mom, can I ride my scooter real quick? 5 minutes, please?”
“Ok T. 5 minutes only.”
“Great! Thanks!”
I’m in my room getting changed. Hear a blood curdling scream.
Look out the window and see a car stopped in the street, and a man standing over my son crumpled in an odd position. His scooter is half in the street. No more screams.
I SPRINT and grab my robe, not dressed yet.. Sprint down the stairs as I’m fumbling with tying my robe. and full faster sprint out the front door the the end of my driveway.
In a mater of 10 seconds every worst imaginable thought went thru my head.
I reach my son, he lets out a screaming cry. I realize that he didn’t get hit by the car. The man says “I saw him wipe out and wanted to make sure he was ok.” I thank the man and lean over T. Man leaves. I’m pushing prodding and asking questions, T is sobbing. I realize nothing is broken and bring him inside.
It was JUST SCRAPES!!! Bad scrapes, elbow, hip, side, and knee, lots of blood, but only scrapes underneath. As soon as I realize this I started LAUGHING. T says through his cries “Why are you laughing at me?? Oh no get that stuff away from me!!(referring to the peroxide) MOMMY WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!!!???”
“Because I’m so glad that you’re just being a wimp!”
That did not go over well. I told him that if he calmed down he we get ice cream. I told about all of my scrapes and injuries at age 8 and earlier, and told him how lucky he was that he didn’t even have a wipe out until 8 years of age.
I realized that besides his broken bone at age 3, which he probably doesn’t remember, that the kid has never actually been hurt. I think he was more scared by it than anything, and that’s what caused such a reaction. I know it hurt, but not to the degree that he was sobbing, especially his reaction while I was sanitizing and bandaging, it was way over the top.
Afterwards, we both laughed about it over banana splits... and he pinky promised that he will not go past a certain spot of the driveway again, and he will not scream bloody murder unless it’s a serious injury, and that I won’t laugh at him again (I honestly didn’t mean to, it was almost relief laughter if that makes sense). Poor kid is all scraped and bandaged up though. So many sports games this weekend, will be interesting to see how he handles it.
I didn’t visibly freak out, but I was petrified for a second, it was weird to hear the scream then nothing. He said he didn’t want to cry in front of the man, and that if he moved then he knew he would cry. I really think it’s the blood and the torn skin that made him freak out like that. The kid can get hit by a baseball pitch, in the face with a soccer ball, trip on the field- and doesn’t phase him. But this was like I was pouring alcohol on his wounds- sobbing and yelling. 
