Have you ever had one of those days where you just knew you were the worst mom in the world? Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Not bad in an obvious cooking-meth-in-the-kitchen-while-the-kids-watch-South-Park kinda way. I mean bad in the way that sticks with you and makes you feel stupid every time you think about what you should've done differently.
Two years ago Evey got her left pinky finger caught in a door as I was shutting it. Blood, tears, screaming, an ER visit, stitches, and a weirdly growing fingernail followed. Believe it or not this morning I did the exact same thing to Dash! Same door, same finger, same feeling of guilt and stupidity, only exponentially bigger since I let it happen twice. I do not deserve children I tell you!
Dash was a very brave little boy, and hardly cried while the doctor sewed him up. My loving husband insisted I was not the worst mother in the world, and rocked the supportive husband and father role even more than he normally does. I tried not to cry as I held my little guy down, as I am a nurse and therefore supposedly made of slightly tougher stuff in such situations.
I pray everyday that my kids will survive in spite of my imperfect parenting, and I'm reasonably sure they will. But one thing I am absolutely sure of is that none of us will think of walking out that door the same way again.
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Two years ago Evey got her left pinky finger caught in a door as I was shutting it. Blood, tears, screaming, an ER visit, stitches, and a weirdly growing fingernail followed. Believe it or not this morning I did the exact same thing to Dash! Same door, same finger, same feeling of guilt and stupidity, only exponentially bigger since I let it happen twice. I do not deserve children I tell you!
Dash was a very brave little boy, and hardly cried while the doctor sewed him up. My loving husband insisted I was not the worst mother in the world, and rocked the supportive husband and father role even more than he normally does. I tried not to cry as I held my little guy down, as I am a nurse and therefore supposedly made of slightly tougher stuff in such situations.
I pray everyday that my kids will survive in spite of my imperfect parenting, and I'm reasonably sure they will. But one thing I am absolutely sure of is that none of us will think of walking out that door the same way again.
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