I know I must be a weird parent. We went to the park this morning and Elizabeth played with her best-ie Joan. After Joan and her mommy left we went for a walk. Now, when I say walk I mean Elizabeth walked off (sort of ran) and we followed her. At one point, in the process of running away from us, she fell down. This happens all the time but today it was different.
She skinned her knee!
She got her first real boo-boo today and you know what my reaction is? Not concern or worry(okay, obviously I was little concerned and worried, but that wasn’t my primary reaction), no, I felt proud. What is that about? I guess it comes from the fact that I know she is such a trooper. I feel the same way every time I see her scar from the surgery she had when she was two days old.
I remember the doctors tried to comfort me and tell me that the scar would become almost invisible. I was thinking okay whatever. I was actually a little disappointed that she won’t always have it to remind her of how strong she is. That scar represents so much to me: like how she only cried during one procedure, when they pulled out her chest tube, out the many procedures she endured.
I know it’s a strange milestone but that’s how we roll…or parent.
That’s my girl-y. Love her.