Let me share two experiences we've had recently.
I was in the middle of explaining to Hiram how Terra dances or something and in the middle of a sentence, with my arms flailing, I punched him in the nose.
Me: [while standing up on my tippy-toes so that I can hug his head and kiss his cheeks and his nose] OH MY STARS! Hiram I am sooooooo sorry. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Are you okay? I am so. SO. So. Sorry.
Hiram: Cebre, I'm fine. It's okay. Really. Every time you accidentally hit me, you always make up for it by kissing me better.
Me: I've done this before?
Hiram: Yeah... a couple of times.
Yesterday, I texted Hiram asking when I should pick him up from his internship. He responded, "Now?" which is abnormal as his response usually says sometime between 4:30 and 5pm and it was 3:30pm.
At 3:45pm he called and said, "Are you here now?" and I explained to him that I had just left work and I would be there in about a half hour, and he explained to me that he thought he broke his shoulder.
For the rest of the drive, I was emotional. Whenever a song on the radio was happy and positive, I switched stations. It wasn't matching my mood. Hiram was hurt! How could the radio be happy?
When I picked him up and he got into the car, he hardly moved his arm or head. As we drove, he explained. He had fallen on his shoulder while faking a leg injury for a film. Of course, he didn't tell anyone about it.
He kept saying, "This is stupid." I kept thinking, "This. Is. So. Sad."
By the time we got home, I couldn't hold any of my sadness back. Out of my control, the corners of my mouth were turning down to cry, and my eyebrows were creasing. I swear, when I start to cry I look like a baby.
|I don't know whose baby this is. But that's what I looked like.|
Well, after I started to look like a baby, I cried like a baby.
He has hardly expressed any pain, although you can see it on his face if you're watching as he moves suuuuuuper slowly. I've probably cried about seven times. And every time he tries to hug me, and I cry harder because I'm scared that it hurts his shoulder.
We've both agreed that I've cried more over his shoulder being hurt than I would have if my own had been hurt.
What we've learned:
1. Hiram doesn't react to pain
2. Cebre overreacts to everything
3. Our poor kids are going to receive such mixed signals from their parents