I would watch him take a spill and decided early that if it wasn't a hard fall, meaning blood and bad scrapes, I would let him get himself up, brush it off, and keep on having fun. No need crying if it isn't that bad, right? I would tell him "You're ok" or "Ahh it wasn't so bad" and we'd get on with life, little did I know this "life lesson" would be tossed back at me after coming home and finding...
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!
Ok, after I took a few breaths and brought it down a few Chunks told me he took a spill on the playground. After a few "Oh My God, lemme see!" I asked what happened and my scaredy cat son told me he tried to jump off the monkey bars, part me was still shocked but that was quickly getting swept away by the thought that he went on the monkey bars!
Did I mention he's a scaredy cat??? lol MAJOR accomplishment!
So I made the rest of the conversation about that and how proud I was that he tried something that used to scare him, how that was his "big boy" coming out and I watched as he stood a little straighter and then told me "Mommy, it wasn't so bad, I didn't get dead" and hit me with the Kanye shrug and went back to his Dino Netflix stream.
Roll with the punches kid, we roll with the punches.