Monday, May 29, 2006

i hurt

Yes, I hurt, but not from physical pain of my own. Hunter, our 3 year old grand son hurt himself Friday and whenever any of the kids are injured , like Bill Clinton, I feel their pain.

It's a good thing children are so resilient and tough or they would never survive to adulthood. It seems like our family has had more than it's share of injuries. We almost lost Rachel in a car accident when she was 15. She's never totally recovered from that and neither have I. Kelly was in a bicycle accident and also had a front tooth loosened from a baskeball incident. Tara was attacked by a dog. Marley was run over by a car. And now Hunter fell from some monkey bars, hit his mouth and drove a front tooth up into his gums.

I know we can't lock up the kids until they're grown, but sometimes I wish we could protect them from life itself.

As you can see he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. He was taken to a dentist who gave him some antibiotics and pain relievers until his appointment tomorrow. He refused to take the pain pills. He must have a high threshold for pain. Maybe it did hurt me more than it did him.

2 comments:

Dawn said...

Poor baby, at least he looks like he is not in pain. When we injure ourselves, it is pain at that body part; when it is a child that injures himself, we feel the pain in our hearts.
If he has to get it pulled, be sure to let the toothfairy know to leave a sizable prize.

Fran aka Redondowriter said...

Wally, I sure know what you mean. I'm almost more protective of my grandkids than I was of my own kids. But I was young then, not battered from life, and still feeling pretty immortal. It is miraculous that most kids live to adulthood, particularly in this day and age. This picture is adorable and I'm glad he is OK.

I'm visiting my eldest son, DIL, and new baby Zachary in Port Angeles, WA. I've got some photos up at Sacred Ordinary.