Tuesday, August 20, 2013

She Is Going to Get Me Put In Jail

As we all know, or at least those of you who read my occasional blogging and those who actually know me in real life, The Biggest One is a bit of a klutz.  I'm being nice there.
I say it a million times: I love her just the way she is.  She is, though, very absent minded and ditsy at times.  She is very intelligent, just ditsy.  It really does work that way, I swear.

Last night, she managed another of her special moments, but one of the kind where she gets hurt.  We now live in a split level ranch home.  There are four stairs that go up to the bedroom area of our home.  I was up in that hall way with The Littlest One, and I told The Biggest One, for what had to be the 10th time, to get ready for bed.  She turned and started to walk down the stairs.  The next thing I know, there is a massive thud, and she is sitting at the bottom.  I did the momentary freak out while trying not to let them know I was freaking out thing.  I ask if she was ok.  She was startled and a little scared, but seemed to be mostly ok.  I ask her what happened.
She said she didn't see the bottom stair.  She just missed it.  Just like that.  Oops.  Didn't realize there were four there.  That kind of thing.  So, she crash landed at the bottom.
These things happen with her.  They do.  The problem is that she hurts herself sometime.  This time, she landed on her wrist.  It hurt.  It didn't swell.  It didn't seem to be too painful, just painful when she used it.  I told her to go to bed and it should be fine in the morning.  Also, please bear in mind that this kid is a total wimp and over exaggerates any injury to the millionth degree.  Seriously.
So, this morning, her wrist still hurt sometimes.  Again, only when she used it, etc, and mostly when people were around.
Now, don't get me wrong, if it turns out she has some kind of tiny hair line fracture, I'll feel terrible, but I really think she is ok.  She didn't want to use her wrist, though.  She wants to be careful, swearing that it hurts.
So, I had no choice but to write her teacher a letter.
The moment I started writing "Last night, she fell down the stairs" it hit me.
This kid is going to get me thrown in jail one day.  As much as she falls down, misses stairs, etc, you would think I beat her.  She, though, beats herself up.
I groaned.  I wasn't sure how to write the letter to make it sound least like an "I beat my child" letter.  While it certainly isn't true, I don't want anyone to think that, and this teacher, since this is only the second week of school and she is new here, doesn't know us well enough yet to know, this is just The Biggest One.
More than likely, she will ask what happened, at which time The Biggest One will get to tell this very dramatic tale about falling down a whole flight of stairs, and how she lay there, not sure if she should move, if she might have had a broken spine from the fall, and on and on.  Then, hopefully her teacher will get it.  The drama is all there.  That's just who she is, and again, I love her just the way she is, dramatic jazz hands, missed stair injuries, and all.