Stephen flew a kite at Heather and Jim's the on Saturday and as he was sprinting down the sidewalk his foot hit a little hole in the concrete and he flew through the air and slid a bit... I was at his side in a breath, swooped him up in my arms and went inside to tend to his wounds. The was trying to be strong as he is oft to do, and as I wiped the dirt from his knees and elbows his lower lip started quivering, and the tears started flowing and I put a band aid on the worst of it, took him to the living room, and sat down.
I asked Stephen "Falling down is kind of scary, is there anything that I can do to help you feel better?" He thought about it momentarily and sheepishly said, "Can i go outside and fly the kite?"
My initial reaction surprised me in hindsight; I immediately said "No buddy." with a chuckle almost.
Then I looked at him reconsidering. "Would going outside and flying the kite make you feel better?" His head shakes to the affirmative.
"GO! Buddy just be careful and have fun."
I quickly accepted when denying the request to go and play again, I had made a mistake, realized it, and corrected it. I want the children to know that just because you get hurt, just because there are mistakes made, to never give up, especially if it is something worth doing!
