Since we’ve been spending a lot of time on Memory Lane, I’m going to keep it going with an examination of the scab-ridden woes of childhood. Safety for kids seems like an oxymoron in light of some of the things I’ve seen recently.
I was in Denver looking through old family photos. From age 3 to about 9, I was on giant bruise. Here’s me eating a waffle with a completely scabbed-over nose. Here’s me with a scab in the shape of my glasses’ frames around each eye, the result of a collision during an ill-advised game of un-PC “Smear the queer.” I had no idea what queer meant, but I sure loved to tackle people.
Here’s me with a black eye from the corner of a table.
Here’s me with a bandage over one ear.
When I shave my head I have a scar from an axe, an unfortunate rebound from a double-bladed hatchet received while chopping the winter’s wood with my dad at age 7.
My son is 3 and he’s not faring much better.
In July he stuck a bead up his nose and we went to the ER.
Two days later he rushed upon a dog during a hike and got a bit on his stomach. That night he was trying to comfort himself on his playground in the back yard by going down the slide. Instead, he decided to leap over the edge and got a faceful of wood-chip scars for his troubles.
These things all happened while we were watching him and were within three feet of him. When he gets something in his head, he just goes, and you never know what RPM he’s going to be revving at–only that it will catch us by surprise and we won’t be able to keep up.
I’m amazed at how tough kids are. It’s a wonder that any of them survive.
About six weeks ago we found a family of quail in our yard. 17 babies, 2 parents. The babies were always getting into trouble–getting stuck in our sandbox, getting pecked by other birds, molested by neighbor children and cats.
We saw the parents running around two days ago…with only one baby in tow. Not very good odds.
Thankfully, human children typically have better odds of surviving.
But last night my son dropped my heavy hand grippers on his foot, to the tune of another massive lump.
I guess they’re as tough as they need to be.
Any good stories, readers? How do you keeps your kids safe? Any good child safety tips?