Accident Prone Girl Can Walk Through Walls
I come from a family of some very clumsy people and have learned to laugh at myself when I have an accident. Having children with the same afflictions have led to an enforcement of rules in my house to keep them safe.
Of course, like most children; when the adult isn’t near them those rules are broken, A LOT! I don’t get on them too much; as they, themselves, have learned to laugh when they have an accident, even when it may result in pain or worse blood. The fact that they can laugh to keep from focusing on the pain is something I highly encourage.
On one particular day, I was sitting in the living room with my sister when my youngest daughter came running down the stairs. I told her if I caught her running in this house one more time I was taking her phone.
These particular stairs curve at the very top; on wrong step and someone would get seriously hurt that no amount of laughter could help. This was also one of my biggest pet peeves; running in the house.
Within a few hours my eldest daughter had come back home from visiting her friend’s house. She swung open the front door and took off running up the stairs. “Taylor! I told you not to run on the stairs!” I yelled. She never got the chance to answer me; she had begun running so fast she couldn’t stop herself.
No more than a few seconds had gone by when I heard a loud, BOOM! I looked at my sister and said, “Oh my God!” I took off up the stairs. I could hear her crying and saying, “Mom, I am so sorry!”
I was not prepared for what I saw, in any way. I thought that maybe she had broken something, or tripped and fell; no, neither of those. When I got to the upstairs hall I couldn’t help myself, I fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
She hadn’t been crying because she was hurt or because she had broken something; she was crying because her leg was stuck in the wall at the end of the hall. Somehow she had managed to run so fast that the only thing that could stop her was the wall, which she managed to go right through.
I felt so bad for her because she was so upset over the fact that there was now a huge hole from where her knee had connected with the wall. I helped her out of the wall and hugged her. I didn’t care about the wall, that could be fixed; as long as she was alright I wasn’t worried about anything else.
I would like to say that because of that day no one ran up or down the stairs again, but that would be too much to ask for, I suppose. To this day, there have been almost as many accidents on those stairs than I have fingers and toes.