Not once but twice today Braden has walked into the corner of the kitchen counter. At first I thought it was the result of a growth spurt and he just didn’t know how tall he is now. That was until a few minutes ago I watched him round the corner and stumble into the counter. As he was trying to turn, he would lose his balance and fall into the counter. He has a small gash in his forehead now. However, the physical wound was much smaller than his emotional one. He buried his face in my shirt, and when the crying stopped I pulled him forward. He threw his hands over his eyes in what appeared to be embarrassment.
Me: “Are you ok Braden?”
Braden: shakes his head no.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Braden: “No wobbly!” Throws his arms around himself in a protective measure.
I feel as if I can’t protect him from A-T on any front. Dang you A-T!