No control, part 2

I know, I’ve already admitted that there are some flaws in my logic: feeding the kids healthy foods and making them schlep groceries home in reusable bags does not in fact create an impenetrable force field around them.  It does not insulate them in a bubble of eternal health.  It does not encircle their precious bodies with impervious walls of steel.

I know this.  At some level, I do know this.  But in the abyss of the powerless it is these little things that I cling to in a pathetic grasp for control.  It’s these little things that make me feel like I am the queen of all I survey.  Like I can control the destinies of those who rely on me.  It’s the little things, like, for example, a helmet.

On a recent quest for mother-of-the-year, I passed on my usual ‘let’s just hang out at home’ routine, picked the girls up from school and took them ice skating.  We had this interchange on the way to the car:

Kira: I thought you said 8 year-olds didn’t have to wear helmets?

This is true. I did let her go sans helmet at her birthday party, which was at the very same ice skating rink-o-trauma. It didn’t seem that scary last month at the party–

I thought for a mili-second, then came up with this in response:

OK, if you are not planning on skating backwards, or skating fast, then yes, you can skip the helmet.

I don’t know how I came up with these parameters, but somehow in my world, birthdays, slow-skating, and going forward offer all the protection a kid could need.

Kira, with haughty eyes and exasperation:  Fine. I’ll wear the helmet, Mom.

And so it was that Kira wore her helmet.

And when she fell backwards that helmet went down with her. That helmet hit the ice, hard enough to give her a concussion.  For those of you playing at home, that makes two sisters, three concussions, eight years. And just to keep things really exciting, Kira, like her sister, falls into that tiny percentage of people who get concussion-related seizures.

She is, thankfully, fine.  She will be totally fine.

Me? I’m fine too. Really I am.  It’s just that if you need me, I’ll be in the corner, replaying vividly horrible images and rocking uncontrollably.

And mourning my complete lack of control.

9 Replies to “No control, part 2”

  1. Quota fulfilled, no more concussions due. Thank you.

  2. Don’t go trying to steal my corner, I have been rocking in it for years! You are going to have to find your own! As one control freak to another (I mean, they eat kale for heaven’s sake, how could Evan possibly have yet ANOTHER cold!) I get this post! Love all of you!

  3. So glad she is ok and you’re on the path to being ok.

    Excellent reminder about helmets.

  4. Oh man! I am very glad to hear that Kira is okay. Did you get your ER frequent flyer card stamped? Looking fwd to seeing you guys Friday and hearing all of the gory details. 🙂

  5. Thank god she had the helmet! But remember accidents can happen in the living room. Grayson took a flying leap well actually he was pushed by a friend into the corner of a book shelf he has one hell of an egg!

  6. Way to go – you get an A+ for intuition on the helmet wearing rules. Thank heavens all turned out well – and a good cautionary tale for others.

  7. Hang in there Daphne. I am so glad she is okay. I hope you feel better soon too. I think it is a great reminder to wear helmets.

  8. I hope that everyone is better by now. Good thinking with the helmet – I would not have thought about that. Sending get better soon thoughts to Kira and you!

  9. Paul believes helmets do no good. He survived his childhood without them, and the only helmet-less major injury he knew of … well, the helmet wouldn’t have saved the broken back of his neighbor.

    Hopefully this will make him reconsider…Glad everyone is OK.

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