When Katie was upstairs brushing her teeth, we heard a terrible thud. It is a noise that parents dread, because we are terrified about the severity of the injury we are about to encounter. Indeed, Katie began to cry-and it was the silent sobbing (as opposed to the theatrical crying when she just wants to get Brother in trouble) that is indicative of real injury.
We rushed upstairs to find that she had been climbing on the vanity, had fallen and split her chin on the counter. She was hurting, and when she saw the blood, she became a bit hysterical. We got her downstairs, laid her on top of towel on the sofa and began assessing the damage. My husband is a physical therapist and athletic trainer, so he is prepared to respond to injuries like this on the athletic field. He brought in his training bag and had her doctored up before long, with no stitches necessary. She was whimpering, sore, and scared for the duration of the first aid treatment. I looked over and saw Chip sit down at her head and began to rub her hair. He was being so tender with her, trying to comfort her and distract her from the trauma. It was special to see him reach out to her and it was special that she was receptive to his caretaking. They fight all the time, but in this moment I saw the truth. He adores his sister, and she looks up to him. It was a clear, special, remember forever kind of moment.
Blessing #21, May 18, 2010
I am grateful that she wasn't hurt more seriously. I am blessed to have children who care for one another in times of crisis. They spent all afternoon tattling, fighting, and competing, but when there was a crisis, one wasted no time in ministering to other.
1 comment:
That is so sweet. I hope Katie's chin heals quickly - she is blessed to have a father who can take good care of her if things like this happen!
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