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!
Kinley,
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.
Love,
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?
It kills me to see my son in pain of any kind. I would take it all away if I could. And I try. I hold him, I let him know I’m there. Some are inevitable. The falling, the shots, and when they’re older, the pain of emotions, of someone hurting their feelings, of heartbreaks. We can only be there for them, to kiss the boo-boos, to let them know they’re loved, always.
I know…I am SO scared for those first heartbreaks and bullies in school – I may be a wreck at that point! Thank goodness I have you bloggy gals to “talk” to for getting feelings out!
Nope… you’re not the only one. But you are very lucky because she will take the Tylenol! Andrew refuses no matter what and if I am able to get it into his mouth he will spit it out or gag himself to the point of throwing it up!
I did start something though… every time he bumps himself or does something that hurts him I have to kiss it no matter what. Even if it doesn’t hurt… he’s a drama queen!
That’s too funny! I thought we were getting Kinley addicted to the Tylenol, the way she knows where it is and points to it!
Love that he’s a drama queen! I hope he continues to look to you for boo-boo lovin’ for a few more years at least 😉 Makes you feel loved!
I totally agree! I would do anything to take away the pain from my children. I’m not sure what’s worse physical pain or mental. At least with the physical I can kiss it away or get an icepack. It is so heartbreaking when my kids come home and tell me something that someone said at school and how it hurt their feelings. I know kids say things without thinking, heck adults do too, but just looking at their little faces is so difficult. How do you tell them to just ignore it when they are so upset?!
Oh golly…That’s when I’m really going to be a disaster! I have such strong emotions when I read about someone being hurt – I hope I can handle the real life drama all kids go through!
I can barely watch my toddler run for fear that she is going to fall and get hurt. Every two seconds I’m telling her to be careful. I’m pretty sure she’s going to think that’s her new name.
Too funny! That’s exactly how I feel…I hate being that annoying, overprotective mom, but I always feel on edge when I see her walking too fast or not paying attention. I’ve become my own mother! Ahhh!
I die when they’re in pain. I hate that feeling. Whether it’s physical or emotional pain – it just kills me. Now that Lanagan is older and if his feelings are hurt or if he misses me, etc. I burst out in tears myself. It takes thick skin to be a mama. I need to know where to get some!