Ever since Azita was a toddler she has been very funny about letting us help take care of the little accidents that happen, especially when it involves something getting stuck in her foot or a scrape that bleeds. We tackled the scrapes that need cleaning and band-aids by promising to “dab” the area with a wet cloth instead of wipe it.
The first time she got something stuck in her foot was when she was just before or after two years of age and we were gardening and the squash vine I had was especially prickly, resulting in at least 5 prickles stuck in her foot.
She was so worked up and out of control we had to wait until she fell asleep to pull them out.
A year ago she got a tack in her foot, a few months ago a piece of glass. They were huge productions, complete with screaming that would make anyone in earshot sure we beat our child. It gets to the point where she simply must be held down by one of us while the other gets the glass out. She cut her hand once and was so inconsolable I had to take her to the urgent care for what turned out to be a minor cut– but it bled so badly and I couldn’t get her still enough to see it, that I couldn’t determine that.
So today she begged to go outside without her shoes, and I told her that she could, but if something got stuck in her foot she’d have to let us take care of it.
Famous last words.
She got three pinecone stickers in her foot and the screaming commenced as me and Payman tried to be patient and explain to her 843 times that it won’t hurt that much if she just sits still and lets us quickly pull them out.
It gets to the point where our patience breaks and then we have to yell to get over her yelling, so then she is doubly upset because she thinks we are mad and yelling at her.
So we just gave up. I told her that she could leave it in her foot and see what happens and its her choice.
And she said, “But it will get infected and hurt worse!”
And then she told Payman she would sit still while he pulled it out.
And he did.
And it’s over.
And it’s fine.
You have to really know your kid’s character, sometimes. She is very strong-willed and determined and will work for what she wants tirelessly. This comes out in many ways, as a 4 year old, and choose to frame it and see it in the best possible ways, most of them!
Although I didn’t realize, even knowing her, that once we let it be her choice, she’d find her courage. She kept screaming “I’m not brave. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt!” And then once we let it go, she was fine.