When I was a little kid, I ran up and hugged my mom while she was carrying a big pot of boiling water. Long story short, she spilt it and I spent some time in the hospital recovering. They gave me the Brave Duck Award, which I treasured my whole childhood. Now Elias deserves the Brave Duck Award.
A tippy pot with two tablespoons of hot cream-of-wheat fell off the stove (all by itself) onto Elias, who was sitting directly below the stove. I had my back to the stove, and I had just moved Elias to my feet because he was getting too close to a new unprotected fuse box in the nearby room. What’s the saying? Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Or as Bengalis say, crocodile in the water, tiger on the bank.
Elias screamed for about 40 minutes, then forgot about it and played happily. It was a very hard day!! Now the burn is healing nicely. It’s still hard to go out in public with Elias, as people here are VERY protective over babies and VERY fast to say things like, “Whose fault was it?” “You need to watch your son better”. Other mothers have told me stories about their kid’s accidents, and how their mother-in-laws told them off or got their husbands to beat them. They are surprised to hear that my mother-in-law hugged me, and didn’t scold at all!