Scissors

I got home about 5:15 p.m. last night. Dinner needed to be made, Andrew was crying to be fed and Beth wanted to open the packages that came in the mail. I gave her a pair of child scissors to try to cut the tape on the packages. I thought that would keep her satisfied while I started dinner and tried to take care of Andrew. Next thing I know she comes into the kitchen and shows me the tip of her finger covered in blood and says "Mom, I got hurt". Well, I started freaking out yelling and panicking. I set brother down on the floor and he starts screaming. I was a mess. I thought she had cut the tip of her finger off (luckily it was just a cut). She looks at me calmly and says "Mom, it's just blood". I was so proud of her for staying so calm. It wasn't until I continued to flip out that she started to cry. I think she was more upset by my behavior than the injury. Luckily Kev came home a few minutes after it happened and helped to bandage up the cut. I wasn't proud of how I reacted and I need to practice my reaction to panicky situations so that I can be a better example for her. Also, I think I need to put all of the scissors and knives (and anything else that could possibly hurt her or Andrew in any way--I wish) in our house under lock and key.