After Falling Down
When you're a parent, you expect to teach your children a lot. Sometimes, it's the other way around.
On Tuesday, by beautiful 2-year-old daughter was playing in the backard with her cousin (also 2) and her mom (age omitted). My wife was working on some usual backyard stuff and the babies were toddling about. Suddenly, my daughter fell down and started crying. To my wife's dismay, she saw more than the usual scraped knee.
My daughter had managed to land face-first on the edge of a brick. Her chin was bleeding and her front-left incisor was cracked into three pieces. Upon taking her to the dentist, we found out it had to go.
I'm a person with tooth issues, so my wife tried to insulate me from the immediate situation. Thankfully, my mother-in-law was able to provided much needed emotional and logistical support. They went to the dentist, my 2-year-old was drugged up, and the tooth was pulled out...
When I came home, I was worked up. I was in stressed out, trauma mode, with angst on standby, and drama on deck. BUT, when I did get to see and hold my baby, she was the opposite. It wasn't that she was acting tough, it's that she was totally normal. It's as if it were a regular thing for kid's teeth to fall out (okay, sometimes, but not like this!).
So, I had spent the day very upset, worrying about my baby's physical and emotional scars and changes, when I was confronted by the truth: babies take change well. Not just with teeth, since they all seem to come and go to her, but with most everything. They don't have anxiety, they don't have pretense, they just have a smile and willingness to accept that after you fall down, you just get right back up again.