Moharimet School playground.
recess
jumping & reaching for a bar
that you missed completely.
landing on your mouth and nose, literally, no bracing the fall
pain, hurt, shock
blood. lots of blood
people running around
your Mom coming to get you
emergency room @ hospital.
doctors & nurses.
chaos, questions. concerns
There are bad days at school and there are bad days at school. Your Friday, March 24 was the latter kind, a day you’ll always remember, even when you’re old and gray.
It wasn’t a pretty sight. Your face took the full force of the fall. Upper teeth pushed out of their sockets and bent. Nose septum fractured. 20+ stitches, most of which were inside your mouth. Face not looking like Ainsley’s normal beautiful face.
For days, your parents (and grandparents) hovered, wondering what would happen, how things would play out. Would you loose your upper teeth? Would your nose come back to its normal size? Would your ability to smell be affected? Vision? What had to happen and when (in terms of fixing things, surgery, etc.). How long to wait, to figure things out?
Calls with doctors, surgeons and dentists. Meetings. Conversations. Fear & frustration.
It was a high stress time, filled with chaos, questions and concerns.
And through it all there was something mind-blowing that didn’t fit into the whole scene. Through all the stress, chaos, questions and concerns, there was Ainsley Beaupre
Not crying. (we never saw you cry).
Never freaking out.
Going with the flow.
Plucky and fearless.
Calm as a cucumber
Sure, you were concerned about a few things, and had a few questions for your parents, but what I witnessed was a nine year old girl (okay, nine and three-quarter year old girl) who faced adversity, fear and pain head on with amazing grace. Grammy stayed with you a lot during your recovery, at your house and ours, and through it all she observed the same thing:
Bravery. You were incredibly brave.
That’s what we’ll always remember.
praying everything will be okay.
Love you Ainsley.
