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It's no secret that I'm a klutz and that my poor daughter has inherited that gene from me. She's fallen, she's tripped, she's been down for the count.
The other day has taken the cake in the klutz-o-meter.
Her first black eye.
She and I were getting ready to start our day and I was putting away her laundry while she did what she always does, run around like a crazy 23 month old. I literally turned my back for two seconds to slip a shirt on a hanger and next thing I hear is a crash and then screams.
She tripped over her own two feet and landed, eye first, on to her step stool.
Her wooden step stool.
Her hard ass wooden step stool.
It started bruising up immediately and then came the swelling.
I felt HORRIBLE!
Two days later, it looks like half her eye was eaten by some monster. She's so bruised that my heart breaks every time I look at her.
But she is a champ. She barely notices it and continues doing what she does... :)
I'm still learning to accept that children fall down and bump their heads. I'm still learning to accept that it's not my fault every time she trips over her own to feet or slips on the only piece of paper in a two mile radius.
Now if I could only learn to accept that if she doesn't slip on that one piece of paper, I will. :)
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