Submitted by UncleDanBabySits
When I look in the mirror, I see two scars above my left eye, two more along my forehead and there are more hidden under my hair. And that's just from the shoulders up!
The reality is that I was an active kid and I got myself into more than my fair share of trouble. But the number of hospital runs that I had to go on doesn't reflect on my parents. They loved me and cared for me the best that they could. I was simply better at getting hurt than they were at protecting me.
Now that I babysit for my brother's two children the thought of having to take one of his kids to the ER simply terrifies me. Even though I probably spent a third of my life with a bandage or some other first-aid product applied, I simply cannot stomach the thought of letting his kids fall into harm's way. But I know that it's coming. ... As active as I was as a child, my older brother was even more so and my accumulated injuries look like a grain of sand on a beach compared to his. And his son, Miles, is just like him.
I know the day will come when we have to make a hospital visit—with his father's (and my own) track record it's almost inevitable. All I can do is keep him as safe as possible. It still scares me to think about ...