Friday, June 22, 2007
...THAT's what little boys are made of.
One of the older boys accidentally closed his younger brother's arm in the van door when we were heading out to the pool today. The door closed completely-- it latched. The older boy was horrified when he saw what he had done. I felt sick.
The one who had closed the door opened it again as I ran around the van from the driver's side. The injured boy was stunned for a moment, but then his face showed the pain he felt. The older brother was mortified and stepped away, covered his face with his hands and I heard him say, "All I ever do is cause trouble."
While comforting the injured son I said to the other, "That's not true-- you were trying to help." That one sentence was enough to give him back his courage. He reached out to his younger brother. I stepped out of the way and as the two brothers held each other, the injured one seemed to feel better. Relieved, the other bounced back to good humor as well and it appeared as though we wouldn't be heading to the ER as I had been imagining.
I watched the arm closely, but after a full day at the pool it still seems strong. Closed in a van door, and all he has to show for it is a slight indentation and some scraped skin.
Made out of rubber bands, I tell you.