So. Yesterday. Everything I wrote? I still feel. I’m still struggling. I’m still working on being a=parent who has more patience with her children and a deeper well of love and understanding to draw from when things are tough. Thank you SO much to everyone who has so respectfully weighed in with ideas and hope and if nothing else, commiseration. It means a lot to me.
BUT, when you child face plants off the couch into the (non-burning) gas stove and crashes on his eye and the resulting laceration bleeds like crazy so you don’t even know where the blood is coming from? Then you feel like a shitty parent for doing anything but cuddling and loving and soothing your child. He is still my baby after all.
I get that kids need boundaries and guidance and structure. But damn, when your baby hurts? Your heart hurts. That is all.