Tough Stuff

Little L is no fragile flower.  She constantly runs into things and falls down.  She has already had two scraped knees, a bleeding index finger (I think somehow her nail managed to separate from her finger on one side), and a black eye.  She has also run into edges and corners of walls and tables countless numbers of times, and  has had a few spectacular flops onto the floor as well. And with the exception of the black eye fall (which did result in a one-minute cry that I had to nurse her better from), she has not cried after any of those spills or incidents.

Sure, she *did* cry when her fingers got caught in the elevator door (but wouldn't you cry too?).  And she cried when her one finger got smushed a little by a folding stool (the crying only lasted a minute).  But as a whole, my kid does not cry after a spill.  In fact, I didn't notice the knees until a day later, and the bleeding finger only came to my attention when her blood started to stain the books she was reading.

Little L's ability to pick up and keep going is truly amazing and inspiring to me.  That she can wipe out after a speedy run, pick herself up, and start running again while barely missing a beat makes me proud of her resilience and toughness.  It's also a great lesson to learn: sometimes it's more productive to get up and get going again, rather than wallow in your pain after life has knocked you down.

Thanks for the reminder, Little L.  You continue to teach me so much.

Scraped knees are nothing, according to this girl

And a bruised cheek (that resulted in a black eye)? Not a biggie.