There are times when it is SO hard to be a good mom. This is one of those times. I recently chopped off the tip of my index finger (yea, gross) and had to go to the ER to get it taken care of. Recently, as in yesterday. The doc's orders were to keep it bandaged up for a few days to let the healing process begin, but in the mean time, he said it was going to be very painful.
I love my daughter, I really do, but I think today she took it upon herself to try and whack that finger as many ways as possible. The piece d'-resistance was just ripping the bandage (and any start of healing) right off my finger. I saw stars...
Chris is out, so while trying to regain my breathe, I must have scared her, because she got upset. So now I had a throbbing finger (thank goodness, not bleeding again) and a scared little girl. My initial reaction was anger. Not proud of that, but I was hurt and I was angry at the person who did it. This is where parenting is hard. Knowing that your little one was told (many, many times) not to do something (like touch Mommy's "boo-boo") but did it anyway, but really, didn't mean it.
Hopefully, a learning process for both of us... for me, to double wrap any injuries, and for her, boo-boo means please don't touch!
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