Trust....

Some of you may know my son has a seizure disorder and had brain surgery in August, some of you may not (well, until now).  He does not really have any use of his right arm, his previously dominant side.  He is learning to write with his left and do lots of things one handed.

Tonight in Cub Scouts, they earned their whittling chip.  Since Griffin's right arm isn't functional, guess who stepped in?  Yup.  It's true.  There is pretty much NOTHING a mother won't do for her child.  We practiced safely opening and closing the knife.  Griffin used his left hand, I was his right hand.   Not too bad, as long as I kept my fingers on the handle of the knife and he remembered to use his palm and NOT wrap his fingers around the blade.

Each boy was handed a bar of soap and a bear outline was drawn on it.  (They are Bear Scouts)  As the boys started to whittle, some broke their soap from trying to carve too much soap off at once.  Griffin did not have that problem.  As I was holding the bar of soap he was carving, I was VERY attentive to the angle of the knife,  how much he was trying to carve off at once and how close he was coming to the outline of the bear.

He very worried about cutting me and was very hesitant and deliberate with every pass of the knife.  Apparently, I had some pretty funny facial expressions, as the other boys and parents were chuckling.  None offered to take my place, however.  I did inhale deeply every time he put the knife to the soap, but I did my best to not flinch or anything.  I didn't want to make him any more nervous, nor did I want to mess up his carving.

At the end of the meeting, Griffin had about 3/4 of his bear carved out of the soap.  There was blood drawn, but by another mother who was helping her son wipe the soap off of his knife.  Yes, you heard that right, IT WAS NOT ME.