When I was in boarding school, I remember the advice given by my teacher: Do not call your parents late in the evening. To receive a call at such times can be nerve-wrecking, it could be a bad news being delivered. I refused to follow the advice.
Now that I have become a parent myself, I understand where the advice was coming from.
Today, while I was at work, I received an Instant Message (an intracompany service) from Isa’s crèche’s administrator. My heart skipped a bit – no news is good news when it comes to the crèche most of the time, so I know this would not be good.
She told me that Isa fell down while playing a ball with his friend, and that he now supports a head bump. She explained that while they have applied ice, but it seems that the bump gets bigger. I asked if Isa cried and requested to see him.
So I went down to the crèche to find my cheerful son, now with a goose egg on his left forehead. The childminder apologised profusely for that – well to be honest, I am pretty sure such thing could happen at home too, and I don’t think there is much she could do to prevent him from playing (I’ve tried that it doesn’t work).
With Isa still wanting to play (I do not notice any disorientation) – all praise and thanks to Allah – and still refuses to sleep, I am assured that he is fine. I asked the childminders to monitor if he starts vomiting or shows any signs of pain and they promised me they’d do so and will let me know.
I guess they have done their very best by doing the necessary thing and most importantly, informing me of the accident. A child is a child, there is no way you can stop them from playing (believe me, I’ve attempted that many times) and a sleepy child who refuses to sleep is indeed prone to more accidents!