Let me tell you about the worst moment of my entire life. Last week, Harry fell down the stairs. I was in the kitchen getting our lunch ready, he was playing with The Guys in the living room and in a split second, I heard the gate go crashing down the stairs and Harry screaming.
My heart stopped. I screamed, and ran. The gate at the top of the stairs was gone, and so was Harry. I had no idea how far he had fallen, but our steps are (stone and) straight down with no landings, so I was terrified he was at the bottom with broken bones or bleeding head wounds. Somehow he had stopped himself about six steps down, and was laying there crying with the gate on top of him.
As I quickly picked him up and tried very hard to calm myself down, because I knew I was scaring him with my panic, I started looking him over. He seemed fine. No limbs pointing in the wrong direction, no cuts on his head, no goose eggs forming. I set to comforting him when I noticed his mouth was bleeding, and I immediately burst into tears.
In between his sobs, because he was still terrified, he looked at me and cried “Mama okay? Mama okay?” Which made me both calm the heck down, and want to start crying even harder. Here is my 20 month old son, who had just fallen down the stairs and was probably in some pain, consoling his crying mama. Worrying about me.
He does this constantly. “Mama okay?” when I take a big breath. “Papa okay?” when his laugh sounds almost like a cry. “Kitty okay?” when the cat walking with us in Italy decides to jump behind a wall. “Duke okay?” when he is whining to go outside.
The kid’s heart is unbelievable. He cares so much for his fellow man, dog, and plastic animal. It gives me this pain in my chest, watching his sensitivity grow. Not a bad pain at all, and proud mama pain, knowing how heart wrenching it is to care so much about other living things. He amazes me with his empathy. AMAZES ME.
His lip was fat for a few hours, but he wasn’t seriously injured at all. He recovered just fine within minutes. I know this happens to just about every single kid, but man. Being on the parenting end of it is scary as heck. It sure is a good thing Harry has so much heart. Maybe one day he’ll understand why I’m crying right alongside him.