Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Charlie Chaplin

This was definitely something I was not prepared for. No one told me that my heart would break every time my child got hurt. A fall in the church parking, a mouth full of blood, and a piercing scowl...enough to stop my world. Maybe I've been lucky so far, and I hope I'm able to handle myself if and when something worse happens.

Sunday, the day of the fall, after a nap...


Today, happy as can be!

3 comments:

annie said...

My Charlie fell in the church parking lot on Sunday too! Dangerous those church parking lots are. (yoda?) We just had scrapes on knees and holes in tights.

Mad Hadder said...

He looks just a smidgen like that other guy (he who shall not be named) with the moustache. But there the resemblance stops.

The two old crows said...

It always hurts when you see your children get hurt or in a doctors office when they get their shots. Maybe I was just a big baby but I hated it no matter what age my children were when they got hurt. Now they are adults with children of their own I still hurt with their hurts, different kinds of hurts but hurts just the same.