Full-Face Bike Helmets.
While it doesn't look too terrible, this is the broken helmet Aidan was sporting when the other four kids and I finally made it down the hill near Starring Lake Park. He had apparently lost control on his crazy scooter (a Razor PowerWing) and I found him huddled up in the grass, sobbing in his blood and broken ego. On close inspection, he had no major injuries outside of the helmet's visor (thank goodness!) and only required about half an hour cleaning to get the gravel out of his knees, elbow, back, bum, shoulder, etc....but nothing on his head and face! Woo hoo! Go gigantic-oversized-full-faced-helmet-that-is-technically-meant-for-extreme-sports-and-motorbikes-bought-only-because-I-am-a-mostly-risk-adverse-person-and-didn't-want-to-take-any-chances! (Thanks for that gene mom!)
I also just want to say what a blessing it is to have seen Madeline's little skull when she was just a wee little thing because, you see, now I tend to stay calm and collected when I see blood all over. How much easier was this to handle all by myself when my greatest concern quickly became trying to avoid getting bit by the mosquitoes while we got Aidan back to the car! Love the perspective a
Where have you unexpectedly been blessed by previous decisions or foresight?