It’s a hard thing to manage when your child falls all the time. It might not seem like a big deal, but it becomes frustrating; annoying even. Last night, Max fell three or four times in the span of a half hour or so. He fell and hit his head on the wall, then he rolled off his bed backwards and head first. Then, he was so worked up from that, that after peeing on the bathroom floor instead of in the toilet, he fell off the bench he was sitting on waiting for us to clean up the pee. Oy.
He falls in parking lots, in stores, at home, anywhere and everywhere. Most of the time Ian and I don’t react much (because it happens all the time) which is unnerving for others. Just this weekend, when in line at Whole Food, Max tripped over the wheels of the cart. I helped him get up without saying much about it, but the woman next to us whooped and hollered, asking him if he was ok over and over. When we are at a party and it happens, we just explain to the people around us that it happens so much we don’t make much of a big deal about it (hoping they will do the same).
I know it seems like a small thing, but sometimes all of the small things throughout the day really add up.