Friday, June 3, 2011
Can you see the scrape that starts on Hadley's eyelid and runs half way down her cheek?
Yeah. I did that.
I really try to keep my fingernails short, but I'm responsible for 30 fingers and 30 toes (including my own). I let mine get too long. In a knee-jerk reaction to catch something from falling, just past her head--SCRAAAAPE.
I felt terrible, and it sure looked terrible when it first happened.
You know what though? It's okay.
Sometime, early in this mothering journey, I gave myself permission to screw up every once in awhile.
It was probably during one of those early days when, in my bleary, sleep-deprived state, I smacked my newborns' noggins on the doorjamb (it's happened more than once).
Giving myself permission to make mistakes was the only way for my emotionally-fragile, postpartum self to handle hurting my infants.
It's not intentional. It's not the worst thing that will ever happen to them. Say that to yourself.
In this whole parenting thing, it's okay--freeing, even--to give yourself permission to make mistakes.