A Mommy Story

I’m nearly recovered from my fall down the stairs last weekend. I was stiff and sore for several days, but luckily there was no permanent damage.

Remember how I said it’s likely my daughter inherited my clumsy trait? I’m now pretty sure it’s true. I was planning to have some professional pics of her taken this week, but now they need to wait. Wednesday she tripped over her own feet (a common experience of her mommy) and fell. But she didn’t just fall – oh no, that would be too easy. She had to fall with style.

As she was falling, she twisted her body so the back of her head hit a wooden piece of furniture. And if that wasn’t enough, she grabbed a metal folding chair on the way down, pulling the chair down with her and smacking her in the forehead as it landed on her. The crying lasted for a half-hour.

A simple fall, that would have resulted in little to no injury, transformed into a fall as injury-laden as possible. The goose-egg that resulted on her head was impressive and blue. My mom didn’t want to take her out in public for fear that people would accuse her of beating the child. Today it’s faded to a purple-blue line at the top of her forehead. At least she heals quickly.

I believe I can now conclude that Cordelia has a future of embarrassing, clumsy moments ahead of her. Poor child. As long as she doesn’t trip over her crossing guard stick in 5th grade and break her arm, she shouldn’t be ridiculed too much. (Oh, the torment I had to live through.) Or maybe she’ll just have a visible bruise on her somewhere in every single school picture.

As for going out in public, I now have that covered: