I can tell young parents just by looking at their eyes. They’re a strange combination of tired and alert. Kids take up a lot of energy, and you’ve got to watch them like hawks because they have a knack for putting themselves in all kinds of dangerous situations.
(There’s a Dennis Miller joke in which he says that parenting is so tough that the only reason God got to rest on the seventh day is because He sent His kid to live with another family.)
Apparently, being an uncle also gives you “toddler sense”, a knack for knowing when a kid is about to put himself or herself in peril.
Two Saturdays ago, I biked to Henry’s — Accordion City’s premier camera store — to purchase my super-nifty Nikon Coolpix SQ. After buying the Coolpix, I lingered in the store for a while, thinking that the rain would stop coming down in buckets shortly. Half an hour later, the torrent was finally beginning to show some signs of letting up enough for me and my camera — in my knapsack, protected by three layers of plastic shopping bags — to head home. I stood in the little covered doorway of the store’s entrance, waiting a little longer and watching the rain subside.
I was standing there daydreaming, half-noticing a toddler — perhaps three or four years old — playing with the automatic door. He’d step towards it and watch it open, then run away from it to let it close.
He then decided to walk towards the door and stay there. It opened all the way. He then stuck his arm in the gap between the door and frame, where the hinges were. He was so close to the doorway that he was out of the door’s sensor range, and like a good automatic door, it started to close.
Toddler sense…tingling!
A fraction of a second later, it dawned on me that this big glass and steel door was going to crush this kid’s arm like a nutcracker crushes walnuts. I don’t remember actually diving for the door — I just remember suddenly being right at the door, holding it open, and pulling the kid’s arm away.
“Don’t put your arm there! You could’ve been hurt!” I scolded the kid.
(I can imagine my friends having trouble picturing me as “adult supervision”. It happens sometimes.)
The kid’s mother, who was busy attending to his younger brother in the store, saw all this. She snatched the kid from the doorway and brought him to his father, who’d been eyeing the display racks. With no one in the range of the door’s sensors, the door closed, with me outside and the kid and his family inside. The father was checking his kid’s arm and the mother was scolding him.
I waved and said “Uh, you’re welcome” to them, but they were oblivious. Ah, well. They can’t take away the “warm fuzzy” that small-scale superheroism gives you.
If being an uncle has sped up my reflexes this much, I can’t imagine how fast my sister — with Aidan reaching his “terrible twos” and Nicholas a few months old — must be.
I’ll bet she can catch bullets with her teeth.
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you were just some strange accordianed stranger who touched their kid, unfortunately not recognized as his rescuer. at least they didn’t yell at you…. 🙂
Even if they didn’t recognize your heroism, I do. That was a good thing to do.
Heh heh. Good story! I know exactly what you mean. Phil Zimmermann once told me how he spun around to catch his toddler who was just falling backwards down some stairs directly behind him. The person he had been talking to was amazed: “How did you KNOW?”. Toddler-sense!
Hey — why does this text entry window lose focus every 5 seconds? Is there some icky JAVASCRIPT or something in here?
–Zooko
I broke my arm in exactly that way (save it was a car door) when I was 2.5
As a child who suffered through months of baths with a plastic bag taped to my arm, I thank you on behalf of that toddler!
(of course you do know, he’s just going to do it again when he’s sure no one is around to intervene)
-Whistleblower
Hey, Zooko!
AFAIK, there’s no Javascript on the article/comments page anywhere. I know you’re Linux-based — what window manager and browser are you using?
Good on ya!
Having kids does do something for your reflexes – I’ve done nothing that heroic, but when my son was about 5, my cat-like reflexes let me catch a falling keyboard in one hand and a pencil that was about to roll under the shoe of one of the 2 guys carrying a table with a couple of servers & monitors on it. They both looked at me stunned, unable to figure how somebody my size did both things automatically. Apparently I was a blur.
OK, since the mother was too distracted, I’ll say it for her. Thank you. The toddler you saved could well have been mine, since he’s also fascinated by automatic doors.
Luckily today he was fascinated instead by a 3-foot stuffed animal bee from IKEA, complete with tongue and stinger. He’s sleeping with it now. Cute cuddly bee.
PapaScott