Woster: When panic sets in with the kids, mothers always seem step in

Woster: When panic sets in with the kids, mothers always seem step in

Many years ago, I answered the west door of our home in Pierre to find a neighbor holding a bloody-faced young boy. “He took a bad spill on his bike,’’ the man said, thrusting my younger son into my arms. “I don’t think he’s hurt bad, but he scraped his face up when he hit the gutter.’’ I couldn’t speak for a moment. I stood holding the wailing boy and stared at the blood. Crises and I have never gotten along well. Eventually I found my voice an…