It was yet another Sunday gathering at my in-law’s place.
Kitkit hurt himself while playing at the playground today.
I was not there when it happened.
The moment he came back to the house, he walked towards me with his bleeding knee and my first response was “OMG!”
Without any delay I grabbed his left wrist and walked towards the toilet.
Put down the toilet bowl seat cover and said: “Sit.”
Then I turned on the shower head and let the water rinse his wound.
I did not ask what happened.
To me, KIDS DO FALL DOWN at play!………its common!
On lucky days, its just a scratch.
On less-lucky days, this is what the kid will get :
IT IS NORMAL that kids get hurt throughout their growing years!!!!
So I do NOT believe in asking: “Why?” “What Happened?” when a child is hurt during playtime.
So will I ever ask “What Happened?” when I see my child gets hurt?
When he comes out of school with a bruise or a wound, I would ask “What Happened?”
Because I need to know if it was a slippery floor in the toilet that caused this?
Or was it some form of bullying element involved?
In simpler terms, I WOULD ask “Why? What Happened?” when I am unsure of who he was with.
But in this case, I knew he was with his cousins.
So asking “Why? What Happened?” is just NOT my reaction.
Getting hurt physically during play is NOTHING UNUSUAL!
No point asking Why.
Well, that’s me.
I focus on TREATING THE WOUND.
Totally NOT interested in knowing if he was being pushed or if he fell because of his own clumsiness.
He was with his cousins, who grew up with him and love him.
Even if he was being pushed, it would be accidental.
I see NO REASON to find out who’s the culprit and start putting the blame on another kid and make that kid feel awful?
That’s NOT ME.
Its NORMAL for kids to push around when they are playing.
Now, let’s say he fell because of his own clumsiness.
Scold him for his clumsiness?
Or take this opportunity to remind him to be more careful next time?
With a wound like this which comes with a pain that I could only imagine, its good enough to remind him.
No advise from another person is needed.
Anyway, when one is clumsy, getting hurt is part of the package.
So I kept quiet while I washed his wound and he kept hissing like a snake.
Once that was done, he agreed that he should have a bath first before medication is applied.
Minutes later, a limping 9 year old walked out of the bathroom.
His grandma, with heartache written all over her face, took out a mini-round-container of medicated cream for her beloved first grandson.
Kitkit started to get nervous.
“Chat with me lah, Kit! Then it will distract you away from the pain.” I suggested.
“Errr….I think playing games can help better.” he replied and took up my mobile phone (nearby) and started playing ‘Subway Surfers’ and ‘Fun Run’.
Seeing that Kitkit’s emotions settled down, Allan started applying the medicated cream on his wound and later bandaged it using the ‘Yellow Smiley Face’ bandage he received this morning. [Read post here]
Through this event, I noticed that Kitkit has truly grown.
He no longer cries nor make a big hoo-ha out of a molehill.
And actually, this is one of his more serious would and he could take it like a man.
Good for him!
*clap clap clap*
5.5cm wound……I wouldn’t call that small.
After we had left my in-law’s place, almost 3 hours from the fall, Kitkit asked: “Mummy, do you want to know how I fell?”
“Ok.” I said with a smile.
He reenacted the incident very well.
Allan asked: “So Kitkit, do you think you fell because of your own clumsiness?”
Felt so proud of him when he said that.
Taking the blame himself and not blaming someone else which he often does.
We started the day with blood and ended the day with blood too.
I cannot resist but to say its a BLOODY SUNDAY for us.
[Read what happened this morning 'First Blood Donation']
When Your Child gets Hurt