Accidental Parents

Rafa’s hand has brought me joy these past few weeks, since school started.

First , he leads prayer in school, he participates and surprisingly, he is totally so not like what he is in the house. : D

He draws, paints and eats by himself. And cleans up and packs away stuff and toys.

AND lots of these:

And just as it brought joy

it also brought pain…

THIS,

Rafa’s finger had a painful encounter with the electric fan. An industrial fan , mind you.

Apparently he did not stick his finger into the fan.

The fan had a SAFETY NET covering though , so PLEASE ask me how it happened?

Rafa who is three years old and five months presently has a mom who could not even be as smart as he is .

His mom, who most definitely did not have any foresight, placed the electric fan in front of the door of Rafa’s room.

While mom was getting her bag from the dresser and the yaya ( nanny) was checking the items in his bag, Rafa who was so eager to leave for school, took it to himself to move the fan which was blocking the door.

(and which of course should not have been there in the first place)

He held the fan with both hands and moved it.

But the safety net covering did not entirely cover the fan, thus leaving the back part exposed.

And somehow that part, snagged some flesh from my son’s pointer..

WAAAAAAAAAAH!

Talk to the hand, the mouth can’t speak. I was shocked.

All I could say was a hoarse ” Lord, Lord, Oh God, Oh, God,”
before I asked him to unclenched his hand..

Then when I saw all five fingers in his right hand were all accounted for , blood was not oozing and the little finger was wiggling, then I breathed.

Rafa’s Guardian Angels were there in the ” nick and scrape of time” for Rafa’s entire finger did not make it inside the fan..

While wiping his hand with disinfectant and placing bactroban on it,
I still continued saying, ” Ginoo, Ginoo, Ginoo, ” ( a Visayan word for Lord, God)

Rafa who already stopped crying then said,

” Mom, GINOO, did not do this to me, look there o, the fan”!

So mothers, I NOW know why the inventors of the fan pertained to that rotating object as Blades.( seriously)

I Thank my GINOO , so much because the xray showed no hairline damage whatsoever and Rafa’s finger after two days, healed so quickly.
( still, my aeortas haven’t!)

Incidents like this, make me all the more frightened, to be a parent. (terribly)

And this is not just the first of its kind.

Rafa’s big toe , once got stuck under the door which was opened abruptly from the other side.

(that of course translated to a swollen big toe, a torn nail, an exposed flesh and an enraged Dad.)

During his toddler days , he once toppled off his crib. But fortunately, his height saved his fall.

Upside down, his long legs somehow hooked on to the bar of the crib and made him dangle for a few seconds.

This gave me time to cushion his head with my hands and I caught him before he hit the floor.
( Or my own mother would not have forgiven me for not taking care of that most important part of my son’s body.)

Or like that one time when he rolled towards the edge of the bed and ALMOST fell off it . It was a FRIGHT night moment for my husband and I. And so since then , I now lie down on the foot of the bed.

There was also that time in a RESTAURANT while I was carrying Rafa , people around me began pointing frantically to my little son whose face was snuggled securely in my arms.

Imagine my horror when lo and behold , his right hand (which was partialy covered by my waist ) held a large bread knife.

This would also of course include the times when he once tripped on his ball, on his towel and on his toys which were scattered on the floor. Or those times when he also got wounded from stepping on one of his toy soldiers.

It is sad to admit though that Rafa’s encounters prove to be great reminders for us , his parents.

First, the electric fan should not have been there at all.

Second , as Barney would say” grown ups should always remember that everytime you open a door, always assume there is someone on the other side of it.”

Third, grown ups should learn to pack away toys and stuff on the floor like the children, to prevent kids from tripping on them.

Fourth, you should always be two steps ahead of your children.

Fifth , be like the Talamasca Caste in Anne Rice novels whose motto was

” We watch. And we are always there “.

And Last, just like the environment , We must strive to be childproof parents too.

Parenthood is a traffic light with the absence of the yellow and red lights.

It is because, there is no yellow light for parents . Parents can never be ready as parents. WE can never be ready for anything where parenting is concerned . (even if you have equipped yourself with all the books there might be.)

There is no RED light too.
We should never ever stop running after them , never stop teaching them, never stop reading to them , never stop protecting them and never stop believing in them.
Never stop “on stop ” for your children! ( as my mom would always say.)

You can never stop being a parent to your children even if you become a grandparent already.

And well, we all just, GO!

Mom said” there are no unruly children , there are no kids grabbing for attention and most especially, there are no DULL children..
…JUST LAZY PARENTS.”

Now, I remember how mom would keep on picking up our toys from the floor even if she told us already to do so.

She would also be literally running after my brothers who were playing tag in our house.

And no matter how tired she was during the night, she would still read us books with all her fervor , hand gestures and body language included.

So no matter what others say how your children will turn out to be, do not let them be the judge.
They do not know anything.

Just never lose faith in your kids for there are no MEDIOCRE Children , just Parents who think they are.

ALWAYS have faith in your children, just as my Dad would always think that we are the best children a parent could ever have..

But of course I cannot help but lose faith in my self though, for I do ask sometimes,

” Am I the best parent, a child like my son, could ever have? “

But then again, Only God knows, for He was the one who gave my precious child to me and He could never be wrong, could He? 😀

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