Father’s Day Reflections: That Time I Almost Killed My Kid
It wasn’t my crowning achievement as a father. Certainly not.
It wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.
At the time, my daughter, Devan, was probably about 4. I took her to the park. Swing-sets, slides, see-saw. I pushed her on the swing, she went down the slide.
She and I sat down on the see-saw.
And, that’s where I made my mistake. Rather, that’s what happened right before I made my mistake.
I got up.
The “whoosh” was her being catapulted off the see-saw. The “bang” was her head hitting the base of the see-saw. This was followed by a second of silence, followed by many minutes of crying. Me a little. Her a lot.
Thank goodness for the crying. She was alive. I was devastated, scared, horrified. I was afraid to look.
Luckily, no broken bones, no blood, not even a bruise.
That was 17 years ago. She’s all grown up now, going to college, living in Tennessee.
She hardly ever brings up the dent in the side of her head…..
Probably because she has no long term memory…..