I believe that I've been cursed ladies. The curse of "Bad Aunt Syndrome." I always got mad when my siblings would refer to me as Aunt Ousier (if you've seen Steel Magnolias you'll know this one) but last night was the straw that broke this camel's back.
So lets bring this curse back to when my niece was 2, about 5 years ago...we were playing in the house, running around and growling and screaming at eachother. Everything was fine and we were having a good time until..."SMACK!" Yes, smack went her fragile little two year old head on the side of the fireplace seating area. Ambulance came, stitches, and a permanent scar....I feel bad every time I look at her.
Now I am bringing you up to speed..up to last night when I broke my nephews leg. That's right....going down the slide together at night, but forgetting that he's 3 for a minute and that he gets scared...well he kicked his leg up and crack...fracture. When my brother and sister in law came home at nearly 2 in the morning from the hospital, my heart just sank.
I honestly don't understand why I've been cursed but this scares me when I think about having my own children. It seems my best intentions always get screwed up and I don't know how to get right with God or whoever I need to get right with....but it needs to happen soon.
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Oh no, poor thing! And poor you too, that must have been rough, but don't blame yourself. Accidents happen; it's horrible when they do, but you are not cursed (although one more incident and I may change my mind ;)
ReplyDeleteThe fact that you care so much proves that it is no fault of your own. *hugs*