Starting today, I am being brave and sharing Little K’s real name, Kinley, on here because I can’t keep calling her Little K because we just may be having another ‘K’ name come to our world around the beginning of August! And no, the K name theme isn’t intentional, it’s just coincidence that the name we like is a K as well!
It pains me so much that I can’t always rescue you.
I want to reach out and catch you every time I see your clumsy feet fail you and try to bring you down.
Those feet, that are just a handful of months into walking, seem to get tripped up on everything — concrete, tile, our wood floors, whatever.
I wish you would slow down at times when I ask you to. I wish you would let me hold your hand so you don’t get bumps and bruises and scrapes. But, you’re Miss Independent and are going to do what you want.
I don’t want to take you to the doctor where they will poke you with needles. You know the office well now and you hate it and I don’t blame you. I would exchange your skin for mine 1,000 times if it meant you’d never have to feel another shot. I hope my post well-baby visit treats of ice cream and cookies help the boo-boos feel better.
I hate that growing those little chompers inside your mouth causes you so much pain…So much so, you know where the Tylenol is and aren’t afraid to ask for it when needed. I wish I could just grow teeth and give them to you.
I don’t enjoy having nightmares of me trying to catch you and failing. They jolt me from my sleep and make me want to run in and check on you, even though I know you are sleeping soundly. I know I have many years of nightmares for so many reasons ahead of me…Just try to play safe, OK?
I love the cuddles that happen post-trauma — that you only want me to hold you and make it better — but that doesn’t replace the fact that I wish more than anything you never felt an ounce of pain.
Your (always) concerned mama
Am I the only mother out there that hates seeing her child in pain? I doubt it! How do you deal?