Chris falls. We take pictures then help. Stellar parenting. |
Bruises by Mommy. |
Believe me
when I say, though, that it’s really been sheer luck that we haven’t made more
friends in the ER. Chris inherited my grace and had the misfortune of losing
her front teeth pretty early compared to the other kids. Turns out she was tripping
constantly and kissed the ground quite often. Her father actually had to give
her “falling lessons” to teach her how to break the fall with her hands instead
of her face.
Until she
picked up that little tidbit, Chris’ instability led to the first of many
dental visits to examine dying teeth. One the dentist decided to pull when she
was three years old, while commenting over and over that it was against his
better judgment because she would probably just do the same thing again (she
did soon fall and kill the other front tooth, but that’s another story).
Frankly, I was thrilled for Chris to lose that tooth because it was so gray
that I was afraid people would think we didn’t have the slightest regard for dental
hygiene. Sue me, I sometimes care that people might think we’re white trash
because we’re loud and use coupons. No need to add more fuel to that fire.
In the end,
the dentist said Chris was the best 3-year-old patient he’d ever had. No, I
don’t think they say that to ALL the parents. But everyone did agree it was the
just about the cutest thing in the world when the dentist numbed Chris’ tooth
before pulling and she told him her mouth felt dizzy.
I hope I’m
not jinxing us by revealing this, but the lack of broken bones or other major
medical issues is not from lack of trying. Not long after Chris had the
training wheels taken off her bike she did a total Wayne ’s
World reenactment. Remember the part where the crazy chick is stalking Wayne
while he and Garth are playing street hockey? And while staring at him longingly
and saying, “Hi Wayne!” she rides ride into a parked car?
That could have been Chris, only there
was no high school crush involved yet, and it was group of trash cans waiting
for pickup that jumped in front of her moving bike. A group of teenage boys did
give me the slightest hope for future
generations by asking if Chris was OK before they burst into a fit of giggles.
THIS one is not Mommy's fault. She's just allergic. |
Once she fell down and instead of
saying “ouch” like a normal child, she told me she hurt her ulna. That was the
result of a party game we had played where we tried to name parts of the body
that contain four letters and out of the blue Chris blurted out “ULNA!” The
room went dead quiet as we all stared at the kid in amazement. So for a long
time, she tried to recreate the excitement by dropping the ulna bomb whenever
anything was hurt. Until it just wasn’t funny anymore.
I do have
to say I believe it was my divine inspiration in signing Chris up for ballet
lessons that has led her to stop falling down quite as often. Slowing down to
concentrate on dance moves in time with music has given her, thank God, just a
little bit more grace.
This may or may not help. But she looks pretty nonetheless. |
If and when
those days ever come, I can bet that Chris will be the talk of the hospital
because she certainly gets her point across no matter what the situation. The
other day riding her scooter in the park she fell down and no fewer than three
adults rushed over to ask if she was OK. While dusting sand off her knees she
said to everyone in general and me in particular, “Does it look like I’m OK?”
A woman
watching her grandson play chucked and told me, “I just love her personality.”
“Hmmm, yes,
it’s a strong one,” I agreed. “Obviously she didn’t fall on her mouth again.”
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