You know those parenting moments, the ones that leave you glowing with pride. Yeah, that’s not the kind we’re talking about here. The parenting moment I’m talking about today is the one that leaves you short of breath, heart pounding and hands shaking.
Yep. That parenting moment.
Princess and Monkey were playing in the office today, coloring on their chalkboard table when I heard her yelling at him to stop coloring with the pencil on the table.
Then I heard grunting.
I rushed down the hallway with my heart in my throat and turned into the office with the words “Stop that. Don’t pull it like that, You’ll poke your eye out” stumbling over my lips.
At this point there are multiple thoughts racing through my brain. A) Where the hell did my Mom come from B) Oh, that was me C)holy shit that pencil just went into her eye.
Yup, you guessed it. I rounded the corner just in time to see Monkey let go of the pencil and her rake it up towards her face at that lightning speed that only Pre-Schoolers can accomplish. She drops it. Grabs her face and screams.
I go into calm mommy mode.
I grab her, pull her into my lap, rock her and murmur soothing words. At least I think they were soothing, what was rushing through my mind was anything but appropriate for a 4 year old child’s ears.
I finally pry her hand off her face and while the pterodactyls are having a party in my stomach and my mind is racing over the idea of my child forever after needing to wear an eye patch and the decorative possibilities of that eye patch … I see this:
Painful, yes. But luckily no eye was lost or damaged in the making of this photograph. That sharpened pencil somehow by the grace of God scraped the tar out of her cheek and managed to only skim the outer corner of her eye, after which it went on to scrape through her eyebrow.
We had a long discussion about pointed objects and the proper way to dislodge them from the one year old Monkey’s grasp. Mom or Dad only. Period. End of discussion.
Princess has survived with no permanent damage and I have managed to calm the pterodactyls in my stomach.
Nathan came home, took one look at her face and said “I bet you took pictures.”
Dude, you know I did. Don’t I always.
The pterodactyls are gone, the shaking has subsided and she’s next door playing with her new buddy. And me. I’m enjoying my keyboard working properly, a much deserved ice cold Miller Lite and an episode of Bones.