That’s what I feel like. We took Izzy for a walk, on the paved trail in our neighborhood. This time, for the first time,we didn’t take the stroller, because Izzy loves to walk (run) on her own. There’s a little hill at one point in the trail (barely a hill, about the height of a bed pillow, laid flat, but for a toddler…). We were both a little ahead of Izzy, so she could follow us, instead of venturing into yards. Walking backwards, so we could see her (and any dogs that may have gotten curious).
We watched her run up that little hill, laughing at how cute she looked, with her little feet going, laughing. She started on the down slope, and it occurred to us : “she’s going too fast to pace herself. She’s going to fall!” And she did. Face first. On pavement. She’s perfectly “fine” but my babys face is all scratched up. She’s playing happily right now, but I can’t get the sight of her falling out of my head. 🙁 I should have helped her down that hill, but it didn’t even occur to me until she was coming down that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself, or slow herself down.
I’m supposed to be her protector, and keep her safe, and I feel like I didn’t do that. My baby has concrete burns on her face. Not that she cares, she was running again about 2 minutes later,but….*cries* I know Izzy is going to take few spills, that it’s just a part of childhood, but I don’t know if my heart can take it!
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