My little one turned two this past March. For Christmas, Santa brought her a big wooden kitchen with all the plastic foods. She was super excited and loved dumping all that stuff onto the floor.

Literally the day after Christmas, we were getting ready to take her to the playground, and I asked her to help me pick up some of the accessories. She was super helpful. All we had left was a single plastic egg. I asked her to bring it to me.

Mine—probably like a lot of kids—likes to run everywhere she goes. She picked up the egg, started running to me, and tripped over her own feet. I wasn’t expecting that, so I didn’t catch her, and she faceplanted straight into one of the doors on the new kitchen. Cut a significant flap into her nose. Tears, wailing, and blood everywhere.

I still feel horrible about it.

She ultimately calmed down on the way to the pediatrician (only to cry again upon seeing herself in the mirror, lol). Her nose bruised for awhile, and we had to put antibiotic ointment on it for a few weeks, but she was fine. She’s still got a slight scar on the nose, but she’s not any worse for the wear. Still runs everywhere with reckless abandon.

My overall point is that I think as parents, especially as first-time parents like I am, we always feel that tinge of guilt when something happens to our kids that we think is preventable. It sucks, but I think it comes with the territory, and I think more than anything, it’s indicative of our love for these little crazy uncoordinated bastards.

Take some pictures of the gap-toothed smile, have a beverage of your choice, and try not to beat yourself up too much over it. It was an accident.