I was in the kitchen cleaning the baby bottles and suddenly I heard a loud cry.
It was, Marshall.
Oh no! He might have fallen off the floor!
I quickly ran to the room to find out what happened and there he was, still crying.
Marshall was with Mama and Jayson, my brother. I asked what happened and my mom said Marshall accidentally bumped his face on the corner of the bed. When I saw his face, his right cheek was reddish and yes, the corner of the bed left a slight mark on his puffy cheek.
And there was a sudden increase in my tone of voice while talking to my mom. And my mom said, “kasama yan sa paglake..” and my brother said “wala namang sugat eh” and then I realized I’m overreacting and I calm down.
I grabbed some ice and placed it on my son’s cheek while I embraced him. He then smiled.
After a few minutes, I went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning the bottles. I still haven’t moved on from the scratch on my son’s face. and then there was a moment remembering my brother when he was about same age with Marshall. He accidentally broke the plate. Next thing we knew there was gush of blood on the floor, and of course on his hands.. and then I imagine my husbands’ childhood stories of how his back was burnt from falling into the boiling water, his finger injuries from knife, head injury from falling the tree, and how he almost got killed crossing the street.
Oh, boys… I wouldn’t want to imagine how many time Marshall would bump his head on the wall, or on the floor, or how many bruises or scratches he might have from all the kalikutans.
I know I cannot control the possible accidents or sickness he might have. and I might not be on his side everywhere he goes, but I know that every hurdle he would encounter will be of great help for him to become a better individual.
