The short of it: a very unfortunate meeting with the end of a door. But in case your curiosity is killing you, or probably more accurately my conscience is killing me, here's the long of it... All three of us girls have had a doozy of a cold/cough over the past 10 days. I think the only thing positive about all this snottyness, was the fact that it prevented us girls from having, I mean getting, to wake up at 4 a.m. to turkey hunt with Kyle. The colds have finally started to wrap up though, and as the girls' very wise great-grandmother Joan Graham once told me, "Its a good sign when they start acting crabby, as it means they are finally getting better." Alas, Piper has a serious case of the crabbies.
Today had been a relatively quiet morning on the crabbiness front, but it was time to clean up the playroom, and as with most two year olds, this has been a known instigator of whines in Miss Piper Lu. I excitingly informed her that her first job was to find all of the stools, and put them back in their respective locations throughout the house. (Don't worry, I did not ask her in that way exactly, but used more appropriate language for a toddler; I am after all a speech therapist :). Apparently the stools were an integral part of the pillow house they elaborately built in the playroom all day yesterday? As she immediately broke into whiney cries, and just plain wouldn't do it. Classic two year old behavior. Classic Piper. I reminded her that she had a choice to either help Hadley & me clean the playroom OR she could choose to go to her room. Another very defiant two year old, "NO" followed, which in turn earned her a trip to her bedroom. A rather frequented choice lately.
Just as I was closing her door, her cries turned up several notches and into an awful ear curdling scream. I pushed the door back open to see what on earth had possessed such a scream, and WHACK the door met Pipey running full boar back at the door. That terrible awful scream soon turned into terrible awful sobs; coming from both of us. Instant purple, instant swelling, and instant sadness had by all. Thankfully, after a little icing & cuddling the little miss is nothing but smiles now. When Kyle came home for lunch and gave her a perplexed look, she just gave him one of her deep throaty belly laughs and then told him virtually the same story I just did. Minus the snotty & crabby part of course, or the part where Mom feels like the world's most awful mother!
But if Piper can so quickly and easily forgive me, I can certainly work on forgiving myself before I do as most all mother's do - and drag it into that dark corner of our brain where we hold on to that mom-guilt forever and feed on it. I think I'll work on the belly laughing thing instead, and next time I will talk through the door to her and make sure she is calm before I even think of opening it again.
Look at that sweet little smile :) Hope you are belly laughing about it now & maybe still getting a few extra cuddles too!
ReplyDeleteOh Steph, don't feel so bad, it happens! I probably would have cried too :) Poor little thing!
ReplyDeleteAh, it happens to all of us. But you did do her a good one! :)
ReplyDeleteLove your thoughts about letting go of the guilt-- after all, it's not like you meant to do it! Nothing to feel guilty for. (As if that stops us though, right?)
Hope everyone gets better (and heals) soon!
Poor Piper and poor mom! I know what you're feeling as I did the same thing to Alden trying to get out the door to work yesterday morning. I sort of "pushed" him to get him to hurry along and he fell down the concrete steps in the garage and hit his tailbone on the steps. OUCH! Needless to say....we didn't get out the door any sooner, so I too have learned my lesson! Thanks for sharing!
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