Yesterday, while waiting for story hour to begin at the library, Cesar, the almost 2 year old was running around the room laughing and giggling. He encouraged a few more boys his age to join in the fun. I sensed potential danger in this act but trying to tell Cesar, or almost any 2 year old to sit down is like talking to a tree stump.
The inevitable happened, and Cesar and another boy collided forehead to forehead…pretty hard. Both boys fell backwards and Cesar managed a few rolls too. The boys quickly stood back up and the other boy’s mom came rushing to the scene with a “are you alright?” in a frantic tone. That boy then started crying…sobbing hysterically, in fact. Cesar rubbed his head, looked my way and walked away. We watched the boy and his mom exit story hour… never to return.
Cesar didn’t run around during story hour anymore. He sat quietly and listened to the stories. It was a learning lesson for him. He bumped hard enough that he didn’t want it to happen again. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to run to him and give him a hug but if I had, I knew that he would start crying too and we would have been making the exit as well. My kids know they can come to me anytime for a hug, kiss, Neosporin and band aids but they have learned to handle a lot on their own.
My older kids have learned that if I give them fair warning not to run in the house because I’ve just waxed the floor and they proceed to do this anyway and get hurt there will be little sympathy from me. Not only will they have a bruised knee they will also be sitting in “time out.”
Life is filled with so many lessons. It would be so much easier if we could tell our kids everything we know and they would trust us and adhere to our advice…and not have to learn so many things the HARD way!