And a little child shall lead them...

It scares me sometimes how good and sweet my Davis is. I wonder at times if he will be taken from me because of this. I know it sounds ridiculous but it is a real feeling of mine. Yesterday's incident is just one example of his absolute goodness. This may get lengthy but I want to remember this. So here is one glimpse of my Davis:
After a long day (about 6 1/2 hours) at the school carnival, I was just taking off my shoes to get off my feet for a bit. The phone rang and it was Brent. He and Davis were at Little League practice. Brent tells me to hurry to the ball park, Davis needs to be taken to the ER. He has a cut on his nose that looks like it needs stitches. I panic a bit but tell myself while I'm driving to the park that it's just a cut and he'll probably have a bloody nose. Well, I was not prepared for what I saw when I got to him. My heart fell to my stomach when I looked at his face. He was covered in blood and the left side of his face and nose were swollen beyond recognition. I was sick. Brent explained that while he was helping one of the boys with his swing (he was using a batting tee to demonstrate the proper form) the sleeve on the tee flew off and hit Davis squarely in the face. Need I say how absolutely horrible Brent feels for causing this injury to his son? Nobody feels worse than he does or is kicking themselves more than he is. I took him straight to the ER and Brent was right behind us. The nurse takes him right to a bed and puts an ice pack on his face. Then the wait begins. During this painful wait, my mind goes to every possible thing that we could be facing - the worst being a shattered face that would have to be reconstructed. I was holding the ice pack on for Davis because he had dosed off. Soon my head was swimming with awful and ugly thoughts. I hung my head and was screaming inside "WHY did this have to happen to Davis!" Just when I thought my screaming would escape for everyone to hear, I felt a soft touch on my arm that was holding the ice pack. Davis was gently stroking my arm, back and forth, giving me sweet comfort that washed away those awful thoughts. He amazes me! The outcome is good - glue for the cut and only a broken nose. The CAT scan showed no other face injury. Later that night back at home and while he was getting cleaned up in the tub he said to me, "Mom, do you know what day Thursday is?" I scrambled for a minute and then it dawned on me. I said, "It's picture day at school." He just looked at me with his broken little face and some silent tears fell down his cheeks. He said, "They will go in the yearbook." My heart is breaking at his realization of this. I just nod my head and let my tears fall too. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "But it's okay really."
My son has much to teach me and I am determined to pay better attention!