Well, Nick managed to get his first goose egg on his forehead. He was running down the hallway, turned around, tripped over his feet and took a nosedive right into the corner of the wall. The tears appeared instantly, and the screaming followed closely behind. (He’s okay of course, or else I wouldn’t be writing about it, I’d be at the Hospital.)

It was not a pretty experience. I wasn’t in the room when it happened (he was playing with Mom), but I saw the aftermath. Oddly, I was listening to a radio program this afternoon at work, and the commentator was talking about how he felt when his son broke his leg while skiing. Then I get home, and my kid gets an injury.

Don’t get me wrong, I am in no way comparing a broken leg to a bump on the head. And I know that there are plenty of parents who have much worse things happen to their kids. All that I’m saying is that this is the first time that I have experienced anything like this, and frankly, it’s scary and sickening at the same time.

My wife and I were talking about the incident after he went to bed, and frankly, we evaluated our performance as parents. We have a son. In the coming years he will probably fall out of the tree in our front yard, fall off his bike, fall of a dirt bike, get hit with a baseball, etc, etc, etc… There is no shortage of ways for kids to hurt themselves in this world, and that doesn’t even take into account the negligence of others. There is a lot of talk about ‘keeping your children safe’, but that is really just a euphemism for ‘doing everything you can to minimize their risk of injury’.

We assessed the situation, there was nothing that we really could have done to prevent it, and comforted him after the fact. I don’t think there was anything else that we could have done. By morning, the swelling will probably be gone, and life will go on. I just hope we can handle a skinned knee this well.