Picture this …
Jay on his scooter, Ace on his bike, slick roads from recent rain – and the next thing you know, there is blood everywhere. It was coming from Jays face and from Ace’s knee.
Now, when you are the only parent home and 2 bleeding children come running into the house and they are both screaming about the pain they are in, there is a certain amount of panic that immediately hits you. Who do you tend to first?
After a quick assessment I determined that Jay needed more intense service but Ace’s injury would be more easily tempered. So, I slapped a band aid on Ace to cover the bleeding. (I would clean it later). Then I turned my attention to Jay. The poor thing had what looked like a bad gash on his upper lip and some minor ones on his chin. I couldn’t tell if the blood in his mouth was as a result of the lip or if he had done damage to his gums as well.
After some careful washing and rinsing, I determined that all the blood was coming from his rapidly swelling lip. I managed to get him cleaned up and I put some antibiotic cream on it. It wasn’t as bad as it had initially looked.
But none of that is what I want to talk about. I want to talk about how amazing Jay was throughout this ordeal. He was clearly in a lot of pain but he tried so hard to hold it together. When I asked him to wait one second so I could slap the bandaid on Ace, he did. When I asked him not to touch his face with his sleeve, he moved his hand away. When I asked him to rinse his mouth with water, he did, even though he was scared that it would cause more pain. When I let him know that I was going to have to touch it to clean it and apply ointment, he nodded his consent.
When it was over, he said: “Mom, do you know what that was? That was cause and effect. The cause was that Ace and I crashed and the effect was that I got bleed.”
I let him know that he was absolutely right and that I was very proud of him for being so strong.
Then we curled up in bed and cuddled for a bit. After a while I asked him how he was feeling and he said it was getting a little less hurt but that he was ok. He even smiled for a picture.
Then this morning, my sweet boy, who the internet will tell you lacks empathy due to his autism, asked Ace how he was feeling even though he, Jay, had gotten the worse injury. Ace assured him he was fine and in turn asked Jay how his lip was.
Happy Friday everyone … May you all have a great, no bleeding, no lip swelling day.