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And now…Back to our regularly scheduled post, inspired by the most excellent Mama Kat:
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You know that poster, All I Ever Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten?
Cute, right?
Quaint. Amusing. Touching.
And a total load of hooey.
As the past few days of my life have run their course, it has become clear to me that there are some things that simply cannot be taught in school.
No way, no how.
They must be learned, first-hand, on this roller-coaster of motherhood.
And I present them to you here:
Six Things They Didn’t Teach Me in School
1. Eight year-old boys are the most oddly fascinating creatures. They tend to do all sorts of absurd things, like getting low-lying tree branches poked in their left ears while playing in the snow with the neighbor boys.
2. If your oddly fascinating creature is hysterical, though his ear may look perfectly fine to you, you must trust your gut and seek medical attention. Even if it’s seven o’clock on a school night.
3. As any emergency room physician will tell you, there are are three teenytiny cartilage-y bones that connect your eardrum to the inner ear. Break one? And it’s an instant, major hearing loss that requires surgery to repair.
4. It is possible – albeit rare – for a branch in the ear to bypass all three bones and poke a neat little hole in the eardrum that can be as painful as all get-out but, thankfully, is likely to heal on its own in time.
5. Prescription medication, followed by a post E.R. trip to McDonald’s, does wonders for painful eardrum perforations.
6. There is such a thing as a Magic Get-Well Chair. It works best when it has been designed by the oddly fascinating creature’s older sister. And it does work, friends…if the proper amount of love goes into the design.
Ouch! Poor guy! But that does look like a wonderful get-well chair – I am glad to hear that it helped. What a sweet gesture. Hope he feels much better soon!
He’s been a trooper. And she has been beyond fabulous. I am blessed.
Oh, that poor thing! Thanks for sharing those very interesting facts about boys and ears. Your mommy heart must just melt for the great big-sistering your daughter is doing! Love that. PS, in case you read my post, I’m sorry for what I said about your name. It’s not you, it’s me.
I can hardly believe you linked up right after I posted, “My Middle Name is Sue.”
The things we learn in the ‘hood, huh, Tamara Sue?
Oh no, poor buddy, that sounds awfully painful.
Thank goodness for small miracles and self-healing perforated eardrums, and magic sister chairs. Get well soon!
Alison…this child is my living, breathing Small Miracle. And his sister’s a keeper, too.
Ahh, the hazards of life. Who could have imagined this would be possible. What a sweet sister. So glad he will self heal. My 4 year old many years ago, put a pearl in her ear. We had to go to the hospital eventually since we just kept pushing it in further.
Seriously, Katie…this was a one-in-a-million shot. And a pearl? So you had your own Girl with a Pearl Ear?
That kid has an amazing sister. Boys…yeah, well, we try… You done good with your cherubs
What a sweet story! Send it to Readers Digest…I bet they would publish it. Little brothers are lucky to. Have big sisters! The chair idea was especially good! Creative! You are a lucky mom. Thanks for sharing.
Huh…Readers’ Digest? Really? Maybe I will. Thanks for the tip, Melody!
Those Cherubs are doing good by each other…and that? I love. LOVE.
Oh my goodness! What a story!
I hope his ear is healing! Yep, definitely didn’t learn any of that in school!
Stopping by from Mama Kat’s!
Thanks for stopping by! Can’t make this stuff up. Seriously.
Oh no!!! I hope it gets well soon. His sister is so sweet to do that for him. Love sibling love. Nope they definitely don’t teach you that in school.
Thank goodness for sibling love, indeed. Priceless, if not ever-present.
Get well chairs are the most awesome-est things on the planet. I need one of those. I am glad that no bones were broken!
You and me both, Tina.
Sue your daughter is amazing! So sweet!
That day? She most certainly was.
Best sister ever!!
And holy crap…that’s quite the injury. Leave it to boys
Agreed. On both counts, Jen.
Poor little guy! Seems like he’s got a great sister to help take care of him though. Hope he’s feeling better.
Doesn’t it make you wonder sometimes “WHAT are they thinking?” I know I wondered that when my daughter kept shoving rocks and beads up her nose at the age of 3.
All I know, Stacey, is that I am gathering FABULOUS material for their wedding rehearsal dinners one day.
Just read this! Oh my goodness I hope he well on his way to healing
He’s doing fine, Cath…thanks. xo
I tried to think about how the sound of cartlidge breaking would be like and all I kept hearing was “Mother F*cker”
Poor guy.
I want the chair of magic.
You know, Kimberly, I do believe that IS what it sounds like…I read it on the Internet.
OH my gosh, that sounds terrifying! I hope your little one recovers ASAP. And how sweet is that get-well chair. I love that thoughtfulness.