There’s this thing that happens to you when you are witness to the birth of your child.
A thought crosses your mind that you would do ANYTHING to keep her safe. Of course, when you think that thought, you don't really think you’d ever have to follow through with it. At least you hope you never have to. This past Friday, I not only learned that I WOULD do anything to keep Finley safe, I learned that when the time comes, you don’t even have to think about it.
We had a little after-work get together with our company at a local roller rink. A chance for families to hit the hard wood and skate away the end of the week. We decided to give it a shot and after a few minutes of watching all of the other kids on the floor, Finley agreed to put on some skates.
After we strapped on the wheels we guided her out to the rink. I must say, she took to it rather well. She was a little scared at first – which was to be expected – but it didn’t take her long to get the hang of it and get a little more comfortable.
Of course, at her age, she’s really just walking more than gliding, but the fact that she was out there as other kids zoomed by was just fine with her. In fact, she got to the point where she didn’t want us to hold her hands… she wanted to go on her own. One of us was right there in case she lost her balance, but we really didn’t need to worry… she was doing just fine.
After one or two times around we took a little rest, and then it was back out on the wood. This time, I had my skates on and was guiding her around on the outside edge of the rink, where the slow folks go. She wanted none of it. She loved seeing all the kids go speeding by and wanted to go toward the middle – the fast lane, as it were. And as she kept angling toward the center, I’d keep steering her back toward the outside. After a bit of my redirection, she began to get frustrated and fighting me. But I had to put my skate down and get her back to the safe, outside lane. Finally I decided to scoop her up and take her to the wall. That was my first mistake.
Picking her up wasn’t such a good idea because not only was she kicking and screaming to go where SHE wanted to go, but it also threw me off balance a bit. I didn’t have her up very high, just a few inches off the ground. And as we were reaching the safety of the slow lane, she finally flailed enough to send us both to the ground.
A few months ago, I got a small taste of what it means to keep her safe when she started to take a tumble down the stairs outside or condo. As I said in the blog after that happened, sometimes things happen so fast you just react. And that’s what happened, here.
Obviously, she was a bit closer to the ground than I was and didn’t have far to go and in the long run she just sprawled a bit and didn’t get hurt. She was crying, mainly because she was mad at me for keeping from the center. As for me, well, that was a different story.
I realized right away that unless I did something, I was going to land right on top of her. I could just imagine breaking her little hand or arm. My first instinct was to push her away from me, which I did. This was how she ended up sprawling on the floor. But as the momentum of the fall continued to take me toward her, the only thing I could think to do was to make a sort of protective shield around her and basically force my hands and knees to take the brunt of the impact and roll away over her. Sounds like a fairly athletic move, doesn’t it? Maybe in slow motion.
In the split-second it took to figure this out and execute, I’m sure I looked pretty uncoordinated. But, it worked. I missed her completely, taking most of the fall with my right knee and arm. We weren’t going THAT fast, but even at a slow pace, gravity can cause pain.
One bruised knee later, I can look back on this little adventure and laugh. But it makes me think that I really would give up my body to keep her safe. Sure, I wasn’t diving in front of a bullet or stopping a train, but I like to think that in my own way, I was Finley’s superhero for a quick instant. I may not have a medal on my chest but I do have a little bruise on my knee that doesn’t hurt as much as it probably could.
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