I should be writing about how I got dressed up as a superhero (And not just any but Supergirl) to run in the blazing Houston heat this afternoon, but I can’t. I don’t care enough right this second.
Pickle Pie spent the night with Nana and Bubba last night and came home after I left for the run. As I was being dropped off home by a fellow runner, Mum mum was pulling out to take her over to Ama & Kong Kong’s.
A couple of hours later we get a call. Pickle Pie had been running, fell and hit her teeth. Her front teeth were bent in. Rushed home she was and calls to dentists both near and far. Luckily our neybor is a dentist and after a consult with the on call for our regular dentist he was able to straighten them back. Pickle pie was a trooper, was a super brave girl, and was back off dancing and playing shortly after the procedure (sans pain killers) was complete, and scaring the beejeebers out of us with every move she made. Last I heard, she was in a Chinese restaurant eating soup. Wow… Her strength in that situation amazes me.
Everyone who has had kids knows it is not easy, and tonight was a sharp reminder of that for me. Any of the adults would have taken the pain for Pickle Pie if we could, but we could not, and all we could do was help her deal with it.
Pain is a part of life, although it is sometimes too much part of the central part of out lives. It is around us all the time, and we all have to deal with it at some point. Physical or emotional, we endure and move on. I wish I could stop my kids from ever feeling pain of any kind, but even if I could I know I should not. Pain helps remind us of our boundaries, and I guess there are some that say that if you don’t feel the lows and the pain that you will not feel the highs… Not sure how much I believe that, but regardless… Letting her go and do her thing is always hard, but doubly so tonight.
Parenting is hard, I understand that better everyday, but I would not trade it in for anything. I am incredibly privileged to have to beautiful healthy kiddos… And look forward to everyday I will have with them… I will be there to pick them up when they fall, to cuddle with them when they are sad or in pain, and to join in the joy when they are happy. My kids are my life. Not all of it, but a large part of it. I don’t live only for them, and they certainly do not live for me, but I will happily tag along for the ride to help guide them and support them, and to watch them grow into the awesome women I am sure they will be.
Tomorrow will be better and i will get around to posting about the hot undies run… But for tonight I hurt because my kid hurts. She just deals with it better than me I think.