unkilling my son

So I'm sitting here at the computer and my daughter comes in very upset. She tells me Tyler needs me NOW as she's breaking down, losing composure, she tells me he can't breathe and he's choking...tears are streaming. I jump up, leap across the back lawn, slide over the trampoline to his position...everyone is around Tyler in a reverenced hush; he's on his back, tears welling in his eyes and on both sides of the bridge of his nose, face red...good news; he's crying--making sound--he can breathe. Whew! Where's the pain? In his throat and chest. What happened? Eliana and Tyler were wrestling on the trampoline and she busted his chops--so's to speak, but she came up on him and wacked him in the throat and chest in one swoop. Now I see what HER deal was...she thought she killed her brother. Poor girl! Poor boy! He thought she killed him, too! (Not really, he just hurt a lot.) I told him Eliana was really upset and crying, then asked him if he was angry with her: NO...he said, "no". He's growing so much. It used to be whenever he got hurt he would be angry at any person involved, blaming that person for the pain and choosing to take it out on that person--accident or no accident. Now, my son has perspective. He's growing. Eliana is feeling better, too.

Guess who's on the trampoline?!?!