In her short 21 months, my toddler has already experienced two “big” accidents. This summer, she fell into our pool. And last week, she stood on a chair, flipped it over and split her chin (requiring an ambulance ride, three hour stint in the ER and five stitches). Here’s the thing…in both situations, I wasn’t fazed. When she fell in the pool, I calmly jumped up, reached in and yanked her out (with the help of my future brother-in-law). And when she fell last week, I was actually sitting right next to her. I scooped her up, saw the giant gash in her chin, calmly told my six-year-old to get the phone, and called my husband and an ambulance. I even had to hold her down and watch while the doc stitched together her little chin (the whole time she was screaming my name); I didn’t cry one bit. I feel guilty that I wasn’t more upset. What kind of mother doesn’t cry when her baby gets hurt?! But to me, it is all part of the job. I am the one who takes care of things. I am the one who holds it all together. I am the one who my kids depend on to be stable and level-headed. Did my daughter’s anguish bother me? Of course. But for some reason, I just don’t get emotional about it. Sometimes, I feel like a cruel mom because of that. Other moms out there…tell me I am not alone!