Injuries

I’m really not the kind of mom that runs to their kids when they are crying.  IF they are truly hurt, they will have a blood curdling sort of scream-cry.  I’ll come a running for those, but otherwise I kinda linger back and let them shake it off on their own.

At PJ’s last soccer game, she kicked the ball and then the ground.  She was on the ground crying.  The coach ran out there to check on her and looked back at me with eyes that said, “Come on mom, your kid is crying, get out here.”  I leaned to my friend and said, looks like he wants me to go.

I’m sure it hurt.  After the game we iced and we tylenoled.  The next morning, she was still hoping on one leg and oowing and wincing (when I was looking) and running and laughing when I was not.  There was no swelling, no black and blue, nothing.

We were heading to the park program that morning and I asked her if she felt good enough to go.  She said yes and gingerly grabbed at her ankle.

Once we get there, she sits at the table, puts her ace bandaged ankle up for everyone to see and tells me on a pain scale of 0 (fine)-10 (dying), she is a 7.

My response to her was this, “You have two choices.  1.  If you are indeed at a 7 on your pain scale, you should go home immediately and lay in bed with your leg up and wrapped in ice and then I will call the doctor and we will go in.  Or 2.  MAN UP.  What is your choice?”

“Ummm…man up.”

I can’t tell you how funny it was to hear my 8 year old daughter telling me she was going to MAN UP.

And by the way, her ankle is fine, she can jump out of a tree, run around the house and hurdle her brother but…she is still wearing the ace bandage.

Maybe she should start a new Man Up fashion accessory line for little tough girls.

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