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The other day as I was attempting to get ready for the day (you know the 5 minute let me throw my hair up and wipe yesterday’s mascara out from under my eyes, look?) Blake was playing on the floor with some toys. She’s currently learning how to stand and pull herself up on things, so naturally she tries to every chance she gets. Well since we’re in the chaos of moving there were boxes everywhere and she tried to pull herself up on a box. I carefully watched her and before I knew it she was tumbling down. I tried to catch her, but wasn’t fast enough and WHAM, she smacked her head on the corned of the baseboard.
Instant tears. From both of us.
You know how they say you should just act like nothing happened? Or yell, “SAFE!” and clap? I’m not that Mom. In fact I fail at that, every single time. When she’s about to fall or gets hurt I gasp and run to her. Maybe it’s a first time Mom thing..I don’t know, but seriously fail every time. Well, I did that exact same thing, then burst into tears when I heard the screams she was letting out.
Then, I saw it.
BLOOD!!!
She was bleeding, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I seriously screamed to Marcus, who was showering, and said, “She’s bleeding!!!! BABE!! OH MY GOSH, She’s going to need stitches!! It’s so deep! SHE’S BLEEDING!!!” Literally, just like that. He got out of the shower and I called my Mom in a panic, who lives around the corner. She came over and long story short…
Blake was fine.
She didn’t need stitches, she wasn’t bleeding out, she was fine. Yes, there was a cut and a giant goose egg, but we put a bandaid on it, some ice and gave her some tylenol and guess what? She was fine. 20 minutes later and she couldn’t care less about that fall, about the fact that I as a Mom failed her. I failed in overreacting and I failed at catching her. That doesn’t make me a bad Mom, it was just an all around fail, sucky moment. And you know what? She wasn’t angry at all with me. If you think about the things us as adults get mad about, that we hold so many grudges about…it puts things in perspective a little. (Oops…I’m guilty too.) In that 20 minute window Blake had taught me an entire lesson. This sweet innocent little girl trusted me to catch her when she fell, I wasn’t quick enough, but she came right to me after, she held on tight and cried. She wanted me. She snuggled up close and let me help her feel better. She didn’t walk away, she didn’t get pissed that I didn’t catch her, she stayed right by my side and forgave me in an instant.
She teaches me these little lessons everyday. I think as “grown-ups” we forget the important things in life. We forget to just be happy–I mean this life is about being happy. We get so wrapped up in the anxieties, the worries, the wants and the stresses that we forget all the happiness. However, these little people in our lives remind us to find those happy thoughts again, to remember that glimpses of happy are important. They smile at the simplest things, hug you when you’re down and forgive you quicker than anyone has before. They’re our rocks, Blake is my rock. Even on the hard days, when she’s crying all day or teething she somehow finds a way to make me smile in the midst of the crazy.
So to the littles! A thank you! And to Blake, my sweet girl–thank you for always reminding me what’s important, for teaching me more about life than I ever thought anyone could. I love you ❤️
What a great lesson! Honestly so true! Cause why as an adult woman to I get all offended and walk away from someone that I love? Because of 1 little mistake! Great post! Like amazing post!
Oh, this reminds me of my first Mom-fail moment! I wasn’t quick enough and my dog jumped up next to me and accidentally scratched my 6-week old in the process. So many tears from both of us! I beat myself up all day! Great reminder, though. Babies are very forgiving 🙂