Breaking News: Superman hurt, more at 11...

My four-year-old suffered his first major accident a few days ago. I guess it wouldn't be considered major, but for this poor mom it was. I was picking him up from preschool and learned from his teacher that he had been playing chase with another boy in class and there had been a small accident. My first concern was that he was okay emotionally knowing that he only really cries if he wants attention from me. And she pointed to where he was sitting I expected his bright shining face to smile back at me.

He was holding a paper towel covered ice pack over his mouth and nose and I saw his eyes start to squint and fill with tears. I still only thought he was crying because he wanted my attention. So I went over to him and he uncovered his face to show me his wounds. I know boys will be boys and get into mischief and have accidents, believe me I know, my youngest is top heavy and has dents all over his head. But nothing could have prepared me for the horror... okay, I'm exaggerating, but I was a little shocked. His nose was all scraped up and bloody and his lip was as big as Angelina Jolie's and all cut and black and blue.

I was not a spoiled child, by any means, but when I was sick or got hurt I remember my mom would take very good care of me. I remember getting 7-Up in a glass bottle (remember those?) and saltine crackers when I had an upset stomach, or she'd bring me chocolate milk while I was taking a bath. I appreciate those memories because when my kids get sick they get spoiled just like that.

When we got home from school I let him relax on the couch and watch cartoons. After cartoons I let him soak in a bubble bath for awhile and served him strawberry milk (his favorite at the moment). His face lit up so much it made my heart swell. He even said, "for me?" Then after his bath I made him his favorite dinner, toasted cheese with apples and yogurt. More cartoons, some cuddling, then off to bed. Superman will be ready for another big day in the morning.