Last night Ryder shut his hand in the car door. Do not ask me how he managed to do that. I just know that his little shriek will haunt my heart for years to come. Cue the Mom Guilt. I should’ve operated the car door.
Let’s face it. We cannot protect them from everything. Sometimes life shows up and carries you straight to the ER for x-rays. I am happy to report there were no fractures or broken bones.
Two and a half hours and one ACE bandage later and my boy was as good as new. He definitely milked it. I have to give the little guy credit, he was good!
“Guys, I should probably pick what game we play since I have this cast.” (Not a cast)
“Y’all, my mommy will want you to be extra careful with me since I am hurt.”
“Mommy, I want to sleep in your bed because I got hurt.”
He was getting all he could out of his new boo-boo. It’s incredible what we learn at such an early age. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have used my boo-boos to get my way or to manipulate or to justify not changing patterns in my own life.
We all have trauma and everyone’s perception of trauma is so different. We all have a past. We all have a family of origin and a belief system that we carry around on our sleeves like, well, an ACE bandage.
I use my life experiences as reasons for worthiness or even as disqualifications. I measure my trauma against your trauma and decide who was given the worst hand. I use my victim of a hand as a crutch through life demanding special treatment or consideration. My past doesn’t justify my sometimes poor reactions or biased perceptions.
The only real thing that my trauma, my boo-boos, show me is that I survived. They’re not excuses. They’re not rationalizations. They’re proof that God can use me to help the next person who walks through the same pain.
Ryder took a bath this morning and as soon as he was done demanded that I wrap his wrist again. I think it certainly comforts him, but I also believe he enjoys the attention. I even let him milk it. I was sure to remind him how brave he is and how sorry I was that he got hurt. I know that he will be done with the wrap this week.
Trauma is not a life sentence.
He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.