I have confirmed that at least one of my children has inherited my lack of gracefulness. Hannah seems to constantly be getting hurt. Bumps, bruises, scrapes. All normal for a 6 year-old, I know. But yesterday confirmed it. She is accident-prone, for sure.
Yesterday evening she & I decided to go into the backyard and play pitch & catch. After two throws she says to me, “Pop fly, Mama!”
So I oblige her with a pop fly. She misses it. She then says, “Pop fly! Higher!”
I oblige her again. And I could almost predict what happened next. You see, she was jumping and yelling, “Pop fly!” the whole time she should’ve been gauging where her glove needed to be and when the ball finally started to come down to her, she jumped up to meet it chanting all the way.
Well, it drilled her right in the eye. And it was loud. I ran to her where she lay on the ground shrieking and holding her eye. Once I got her to let me look at it, I could see that it immediately turned black & purple and she had a nice sized knot there.
We came inside and we all told her how tough she was and how this would be a great story to share with her teammates at her next game. Somehow that didn’t seem to make her feel better.
So what did I do? Well, I did what any mother would do who had just dotted her kid’s eye. I went to the Dollar Store and bought her a brand new squishy eyeball to play with since one of hers was out of commission.
As I laid her down in bed last night, she said, “Mommy, do you think my eye will still look like this tomorrow at my game?”
I said, “I’m pretty sure it will be swollen and probably still bruised, hon.”
She then closed her eyes and I saw the faintest smile on her lips. I can’t wait to hear how she tells this story in the dugout at the game tonight. 😉