feeling bad (Read 667 times)

So do you ever do anything you feel absolutely horrible about. Glenn, my 4 year old son, had a rookie tee-ball game last night. His cousin from North Carolina and another cousin (all within a year of each other age wise) came to watch, as well as grand parents. Glenn didn't want to play so he could sit out in the stands with all of the family. I explained the importance of being with his team during the game and that the family was there to watch him so he played- for a little while then he was done. I talked him in to coming back out with the team and stand with them, which he did. Then his turn at bat was the last batter of the night. He hit the ball off of the tee and took off. In tee-ball everyone on the team hits in each inning and there is no score kept. Since he was the last batter the teams started to line up to shake hands even before he reached first base. So I went out and we were running the bases together. As we passed second base I guess our feet got tangled or something but we both went down fast. His two front teeth hit the back of his hand making two puncture wounds in his hand and knocking one of his teeth loose. He was screaming and blood was every where as I took him off the field. We finally got the bleeding to stop and Kathy noticed how loose his tooth was. I took him to the dentist this morning and they x-rayed the teeth. No structural damage was done but they said the tooth would probably turn grey and possibly fall out. His permanent teeth are coming soon (probably within the next year), we could see them on the x-ray. No damage was done to them so I think everything will be ok as long as his gums don't get infected. I thought I was doing good thing helping him run the bases and the discipline of sticking with his team. Now I kind of wish I would have just let him go sit with the family and watch the game.

One of my fondest memories is of one day when my dad and I went riding horses together. It was really a rare treat. My horse wouldn't go down a road. She was spooked. My dad had some rope with a brass end, swung it and tried to hit the horse in the rump to get her started. He missed and hit me on the leg leaving a huge bruise. It hurt like heck. I cried like crazy but by the time we got back home and I showed my mom we were giggling about it. Now its a big family story that MY kids like to hear told again and again. He will remember that you were a great dad who was there for him and will laugh at the whole thing some day. It will probably be one of his fondest memories! Who said parenting was easy, huh?

I agree with Sully,Alan. You did the right thing. Accidents happen to kids... responsibility and accountability doesn't without adult intervention. Just my $0.02. Hope Glenn's ok.

Sez he: MY MOM TOLD ME TO JUST STAND HERE. Oh man..now I can laugh...But I was mortified then. I guess his hand really was hurt.

Great story!

I was "psychologically scarred" by my dad. I've always been afraid of the dark. I never quite knew why other than remember a monster coming up from under my crib as a toddler and scaring the living crap out of me. As a teenager, I was relating this story to my dad and told him that I just didn't know where that "memory" came from. Poor dad then had to admit that when I was a toddler that he thought it'd be funny to tease me, so he crawled under my crib and then jumped up and growled and made scary faces - like a monster under the bed. OMG - my dad made me afraid of the dark! It wasn't until my early twenties that I joked to dad about scarring me for life and my mom had no idea what we were talking about - dad never told her! OOPS! I think mom could have killed him! Needless to say, we still laugh about it. I know that my dad felt bad - he didn't realize what he did was so traumatizing. When I was a toddler, Dad also sat me in the grass one day while he was raking leaves. He heard me crying a looked over to realize that he had put me right on top of a snake hole. Baby snakes were coming out of the hole and crawling all over me. He was horrified and took action immediately and got me out of there. Needless to say, I joke with dad that between snakes and monsters that maybe he was trying to kill me! My dad is wonderful but I'm thinking also pretty unlucky!

Thanks all- I was (am) feeling horrible about it- still can't figure out how we went down so fast. I have been accused by friends of tripping him because he was going to beat me to the bag. And oh yea... "daddy can run 26.2 miles but can't run from base to base." We have another game tonight so I will try to stay out of his way.