the crushed finger

my daughter crushed her finger in the car door today. i felt really helpless. not because i am not capable of caring for a damage finger, but, because i think slamming your finger in the door is a necessary lesson in life. i teaches you to be more careful. i really wanted to take her up in my arms and coddle her, letting her know that everything will be alright. that was what i was supposed to do. why didn't i? i look for someone to blame. I've put bandages on people bleeding enough to die, while being shot at and worse. i really wanted to tell her to suck it up. i wanted to tell her to stop crying. i didn't. i let her cry. i think letting her cry was the best thing i could do. am i cruel? am i selfish? am i cold and uncaring? maybe...she didn't need hospitalization. War has hardened me unecessarily.