Conquering Fear - Page 2
So my mind has been put to rest about his body, but I'm still a bit worried about his mind. Jammy is unusually protective of his arm these days, cradling it with his good arm like he's afraid of breaking it again. He refuses to go around without a sling, even though the doctor said it was alright to do so. He can't climb the ladder to sleep in his bunk bed, but he doesn't want to sleep in a regular bed because he's afraid of falling out, so we've put his mattress down on the floor. Getting his arm twisted during that initial x-ray must have been especially traumatic, because every time we've been to see the doctor since (to review x-rays, get a permanent cast on, etc... we've been to the orthopedic clinic three times this week!) he tells me he doesn't want another x-ray because it might hurt. He's meekly accepted being banned from the play structure and riding bikes and doing all the "boy" things he loves to do, instead of protesting loudly like I thought he would do. Worst of all, he tells me he's never going to go on a zip cord again.
I want the old explorer back, the one who didn't fear anything. Am I being too overprotective and paranoid? Maybe having a sense of mortality to temper his natural recklessness is a good thing anyway? Or am I expecting too much, too soon? Maybe he just needs more time. I'm already seeing him take some baby steps towards getting back towards his old self. His confidence has grown as he gets used to his cast and learns to do everyday tasks by himself, like getting dressed and eating his cereal. Yesterday he watched his brother shoot some hoops in the back yard and rushed out to grab a ball and dribble it with his good hand. I bit back the urge to drag him back to the sidelines; instead, I just told him to be careful. I'm taking it as a good sign that one day he'll back up on that zipcord, and this broken bone hasn't broken his spirit.
Original SV Moms Blog post. Bonggamom also blogs over at Finding Bonggamom, her personal blog.