Oh life…you just have to laugh. Maybe it was the flip flops. Maybe it was the slope of the driveway. But, probably it was because I am a total klutz. It happened so fast as I went to join the carline at school. I opened the car door on my face. On my FACE! Blood rushed down my FACE and dripped on the only pair of jeans I really like and wear almost every day. I was dizzy. I was embarassed. I ran inside to my husband and yelled “I need you!”
My 5 year old son runs around the corner to find a walking horror show for a Mom and starts screaming. I hear John’s thunder feet footsteps coming down stairs. I’m leaning against the island with a wad of bloody paper towels on my head. The first words out of my mouth to John were “You have to go get the girls, hurry!” I wish I had a picture of his face at that moment. “Um, Shelisa, first you have to tell me what happened.” He made me lay on the couch, gave me an icepack, dashed off to get the girls.
Meanwhile, I got the giggles while telling Dawson, “Mommy has a boo-boo!”, but coming from a blood covered face added to the freak show and he continued to cry. The girls rushed in, took one look, and started crying. I washed off my face, which had finally stopped bleeding, and showed them the cut. My 7 year old’s eyes got big and she said “Mom, you look just like Harry Potter! You’ll be able to read Voldemort’s thoughts!” We all laughed and I applauded her for the book to life connection. You just have to laugh. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was a hard hit. My husband’s military experience came in handy. He was calm and organized. He assigned each child a task. “Maya, pack a backpack of toys. Ava, grab snacks. Dawson, let the dog out.”
7 beautiful stitches. 7 reminders to slow down. 7 reminders to laugh. 1 for each day of the week. DR’s orders were no band-aid. For 10 days I walked around with my proud freaky, Frankenstein head, including parent-teacher conference night. I wish I had a better story about how I got them. My unicorn horn finally broke the skin. Falling off a roof while building homes for the homeless. Saving my kids from a wild animal. Fighting off a ninja. Nope. I hit myself with a car door in the FACE!
So now, I am a much better listener, a much more concerned friend…at least my new line helps people believe that to be true.
This was a very embarrassing way to illustrate teachable moments. The kids learned about First-Aid, stitches, the ER, insurance bills, ointment, and how our skin heals. They learned military experience helps you stay calm in crazy situations.They learned that when we say to “Be careful” around cars, we mean it. They learned how to make up creative stories when the real ones are embarrassing or boring. They learned their mom is a klutz…but they already knew that.
And, this was a very embarrassing way to remind you to get some doctor toys in your playrooms. Check out this link for more details.
By all means, learn from me. Take it easy opening up doors. –Shelisa
PS. Having a Harry Potter scar comes in handy. When the kids are being bad, I pretend my scar is burning. It pretty much trumps any shenanigans going on.