we were at a friend's house about a week ago, and on our way out, mosey fell down the front porch steps. the steps were wooden and quite big, so he took a pretty big spill, complete with a big old goose-egg on the forehead.
daddy scooped him up and held him for a little bit while he made sure to check all his vitals and regular details, as any good emergency room nurse does. mosey stopped crying pretty quickly.
later that night, moses told me, "daddy hold me... fall down stairs... be careful, mommy."
a couple of days later, he told me the same thing again. i was so comforted by this because i think it shows a little bit of what kind of person he is becoming. he's not stuck in the mistake or injury, he is telling me about what happened next--that he was okay and that he received his father's love, and even further, that he learned a lesson from his tumble. this is the sort of response that i hope he'll be able to have to any mistakes that he makes, even into his adulthood. i'm proud of him.
lovelove,
mommy
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