things happen for a reason
Things really do happen for a reason - and there is definitely karma out there. I don't know how, or why, or what its made of, but it's very real. Take tonight, for instance... My daughter had caught a baseball at a game last night, and got to take it home. This in-in-of-itself (is that how you write that?) was pretty amazing, because, how many people catch baseballs at baseball games? So anyway, she caught a baseball. And when she came home from the game all psyched and happy that it was hers, I thought to myself "hmm.. that's a real pro baseball .. that could really hurt the little guy" (our 2 yr old)... but I pushed all those fuddy-duddy feelings aside and was happy for her. I told her to be careful with it around her brother.
So -- tonight -- they are playing outside. She is throwing the ball into the air and catching it, and little man is standing next to her in awe of his big sis. Then, inevitably--WHAM! He gets socked in the face with the baseball. Lip is cut. Blood gushes. Mad crying ensues.
In the melee we lose the ball. Now they are both crying. Do I need this?
Later, we find the ball. All is right again with the world. We head into round 2 of throwing the ball in the air and catching it.
Unbelievably, again, ...WHAM! This time its Siobhan who gets hit with the ball. This time, no lip is cut. However, the ball smacks into this horrendous loose tooth she's been hanging onto for too long -- (We had named it Snaggle) -- blood gushes, crying again all around, in the madness she asks "Should I change my shirt, ma?" which was funny, because she was wearing a red shirt, so of course, I said "No!" About 5 minutes later after the cool cloth, some pulling, some agonizing, the dreaded tooth is freed from her gums. Hoorah!
Now -- I really do think that things like this happen for a reason. She got the ball at the game, where it probably should have hit her but didn't, it then hit little man, which was clearly a mistake, and then finally, the ball hit her. The ball was meant to hit her, and for her tooth to be pushed out by. Really.
So -- tonight -- they are playing outside. She is throwing the ball into the air and catching it, and little man is standing next to her in awe of his big sis. Then, inevitably--WHAM! He gets socked in the face with the baseball. Lip is cut. Blood gushes. Mad crying ensues.
In the melee we lose the ball. Now they are both crying. Do I need this?
Later, we find the ball. All is right again with the world. We head into round 2 of throwing the ball in the air and catching it.
Unbelievably, again, ...WHAM! This time its Siobhan who gets hit with the ball. This time, no lip is cut. However, the ball smacks into this horrendous loose tooth she's been hanging onto for too long -- (We had named it Snaggle) -- blood gushes, crying again all around, in the madness she asks "Should I change my shirt, ma?" which was funny, because she was wearing a red shirt, so of course, I said "No!" About 5 minutes later after the cool cloth, some pulling, some agonizing, the dreaded tooth is freed from her gums. Hoorah!
Now -- I really do think that things like this happen for a reason. She got the ball at the game, where it probably should have hit her but didn't, it then hit little man, which was clearly a mistake, and then finally, the ball hit her. The ball was meant to hit her, and for her tooth to be pushed out by. Really.
posted by sara @ 11:26 PM
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