Feb 15, 2016 12:39am (Scott)
Talking with Maya about getting blood taken…
Dad: Last time you said it didn’t really hurt. Did you cry because it hurt or because you were scared?
Maya: I cried because I was scared.
Dad: You said the needle looked kind of like a butterfly.
Maya: Yep it does.
Dad: Maybe you can just imagine a butterfly landing on your arm.
Maya: (pauses)…. Well it’s a kind of pokey butterfly.
(Twelve hours later when they came back for the next blood draw, Maya say on my lap and, with purpose, held her right arm out to the nurse. She handled the process without any help from me. I am in awe of her strength. . . Three year olds don’t care much for boundaries much less limitations on determination or courage.)