I have family visiting. My house is clean, the kids rooms are clean, and my freezer is full of spaghetti sauce and homemade chicken soup. I am being walked around like i'm made of thin glass. Fragile and careful. I'm aware of how quiet i am, how tired i may or may not look, how short my patience is, and how all of the sudden my failings as a homemaker are showing. But, despite it all it is nice to be taken care of.
Tonight at dinner, a dinner made with love, parker refused to eat. Proclaimed it "gross." He left the table in a huff. I went to the kitchen with him and he had a classic parker temper tantrum and proceeded to hit me, try to bite me, and call me "stupid mommy." He closed in and bit me hard on the thigh. By instinct i pushed him away. I knew right away when i heard a snap and he instantly turned blue and started crying.
I asked shane to check his mouth. Shane was mad. At me. Parker's front tooth was broken. Half of it gone. Left in my pants and fleshy thigh.
I have never felt like a worse mother. My beautiful son. Missing half of his front top tooth.
Posted by Jess at 09:47 PM Permalink

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Oh Jess...I just can't let you blame yourself for this one. I have an almost 3 year old son. Darling and sweet, but also a rascally little troublemaker. Listen - ANYONE would push someone away if they were biting them. Even their 3 year old son. It was an unfortunate accident that couldn't have come at a worse time. But still - it was an accident. You're a wonderful Mom. Your children are so lucky to have you. You're real, and breakable, and incredibly strong. Most of all you adore them to the moon and back. Remember - the little sucker was BITING YOU HARD ENOUGH TO LOSE A TOOTH!!!! Of course you pushed him away!!!
Posted by Lacy | September 25, 2006 10:09 PM