I was in my office when I heard my eldest daughter scream out, “MOMMY!!!” As a parent of three children the youngest of which is ten, I have the super parenting power that I can recognize that different between a “Mom it sure would be nice if you came here” and “MOM I NEED YOU NOW!!” scream and this one was the second type. I immediately engaged my super hero persona of SuperDad donning my super uniform and got up and raced to her bedroom with lightning speed. As I entered the room, I could see her standing on one leg leaning into the door frame of her bathroom and holding her left foot.
I asked her what was wrong and she proceeded to show me that she had stepped on a toothpick and it went into her foot. I knew that it hurt but also devised with my keen intellect that this would require technique and finesse that I might not have possessed and retrieved the Super Healer of all things—MOM! My wife grabbed some tweezers, peroxide, antibiotic cream and a band-aid and was quickly back in my daughter’s room. At this point, I could have left the situation in her capable hands, but as SuperDad I am a hands-on caring sort and stayed. Good thing I did.
Mom tried to remove the toothpick piece with the tweezers but it was not happening. Instead they had to have dad attempt to remove the piece with my SuperDad super strength. My first attempt met with failure as the dastardly piece an amazingly evil grip on her foot. I mustered all my super strength and engaged my secret super power–by the power of Jesus Christ–and my second attempt was successful. The evil villainous toothpick couldn’t stand a chance against the combined power of Jesus and SupereDad–well, ok, it was probably a lot more Jesus but he is cool with sharing credit with me. Apparently when my daughter stepped on the toothpick about half of it–a good two inches–drove into her foot before the rest broke off. My wife and daughter looked on with disbelief. Not I. No, my super parental powers told me I wasn’t done and that I needed to examine this vial piece. I had to see if it looked like any splinters could have come off or if I only had part of the piece. The good news is that the toothpick was smooth and the entire tip was present.
Mom cleaned the wound and bandaged her up. We gave her a bit of a parental speaking to about what to look out for and not to be a hero–because there is only room for one super hero in this family. Nah! I am just kidding. But we did tell her that if it hurts or swells or anything that we need to get her to a doctor right away. Since I have lost part of a toe, I am extremely aware of how fast things can escalate and we do not want that to happen to her. Of course, we also prayed over it and in truth I had a few words with the Lord about it and how He needs to protect my family. Since I was not fried by a bolt of lightning, I am guessing that God–as a father himself–took my yelling in stride, understanding and compassion.
Crisis averted and all is returning to normal as I return to my mild-mannered secret identity.