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Growing Pains

Posted on 2014.09.15 at 00:00
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There I was, a couple of hours into Sunday maintenance when my son comes upstairs and has a seat behind me in the office. We exchange our usual pleasantries before he begins with, "I know we just went through this last week with my eye, but..."

I stop what I'm doing and turn around.

Laying in bed texting his friends, he decided to shower before dressing. He arose and made the u-turn from his bedroom to the hall bathroom, where dizzy from getting up out of bed so quickly, fell. His face struck the toilet, knocking him out cold, and puncturing a hole in his lip from a tooth. Approximately 10-minutes later according to his phone, he awoke with blood all over the floor, spitting it out of his mouth, and no idea what had happened.

He took the time to clean up all the blood, and as his face swelled up, reconstructed the probable events before coming upstairs to relate them to me, because as he correctly assumed, it was off to the emergency room once again. "I swear, if you survive puberty..." his mother quipped.

I was however very impressed with him when, answering the nurse's questions, admitted to smoking an e-cig with his friend the night before - news to his mother and I. I applauded his honesty in what must have been difficult with us both there.


michelle1963 at 2014-09-15 12:46 (UTC) (Link)
I am impressed that he handled a no doubt scary and painful situation with such cool calm. Cleaning up the blood first!? Alerting you to the situation gently. And being honest with the ER nurse.

He's becoming a very responsible young man.
ehowton at 2014-09-15 15:14 (UTC) (Link)
That reminds me of a story. When he was little baby GBZ, he'd thrown up in his room in the middle of the night, so ran all the way across the house to our bedroom (literally the two furthest points of the house), opened the bedroom door, stood next to a slumbering catttitude, AND SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.

Understandably, she was startled beyond all that is perfect and holy and let out a blood-curdling scream of her own - which shocked and frightened him, so he screamed again and started crying.

I was roused from my usually very deep sleep (photogoot can relate a story to you someday about waking up in a house with people screaming in it).

The very next day, little baby GBZ again threw up in the middle of the night, again ran across the house to our bedroom, again opened the bedroom door, again stood next to a slumbering catttitude, and calmly spoke the word, "Mom?" She opened her eyes and replied, "Yes?" He said, "I threw up again."

It was a much improved scenario from everyone's perspective the second time around!
michelle1963 at 2014-09-15 16:44 (UTC) (Link)
He apparently learned at a very young age that panic begets panic. Smart kid.
suzanne1945 at 2014-09-15 13:07 (UTC) (Link)
You must be very proud of such a fine young man. And a testament to the great job you have done in conveying the foundations of responsibility, honesty, and compassion.
ehowton at 2014-09-15 15:16 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. Poor little guy's had a rough go it, and it frustrates him to no end! He doesn't want to be clumsy!!
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