Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Needle and A Girl

The splinter was small. I couldn't even see it with my reading glasses. Yet firmly embedded in the end of my finger, it could not be ignored.

"I'll get it out for you, Grammy," Gabby offered. Without hesitation, I declined. A nurse, age nine, didn't seem like a solution to my problem.

I tried to ignore the irritating jab whenever the tip of my finger met with resistance. I pinched. I squeezed. I pulled. Nothing would budge the sliver.

"I got a splinter out for Mommy," Gabby casually mentioned. I gave her a 'good for you' then picked up the magnifying glass and needle. This was coming out if I had to remove the entire end of my finger!

After no success, I returned to the sofa sucking on the now red finger. Maybe I could just live with it. Eventually it would work its way out. Good in theory, but..... I began weighing my options. It seemed I had only one left.

Gabby and I made our way to the bathroom. She stood on the stool next to me with needle in hand. After a quick movement, the sliver was out. I had misjudged my granddaughter thinking that she was too young to handle the task. I was a little nervous about turning the needle over to her. Maybe there was a bit of apprehension as to how I would handle the pain inflicted by my granddaughter.

I learned a lesson, and I learned that my granddaughter is gentle and caring. Her eyesight is definitely 20/20. Perhaps I should have remembered that from the start. Perhaps I should have trusted first.

1 comment:

  1. My grandchildren help their Grandpa by reading the fine print. My close-up eyesight is still fairly good, but his is going!