Mama Sandy being a clever and sneaky nail trimmer with a napping Henry Mantu
Seeing this photo reminded me of the first time I visited one of my closest friends, Dawn, after she had her first child, a daughter. We’ve been friends since we were barely teenagers, so to see her as a newly minted mom was a very different experience. I think they’d only had their daughter home for about 6 week when I visited. While her husband was with the baby, Dawn and I were taking a little break, trying to catch up a bit on our own (like old times!). Well, not much time had passed, when we heard a blood-curdling cry. Of course we both rushed over and found her husband looking sheepish, anguished and horrified by what he’d done. While trimming the baby’s fingernails, he had nicked a tiny bit of skin. Oooh, agh…we know how much the tiniest paper cut hurts…I couldn’t imagine the pain this little baby was feeling on tender baby skin! I’m sure her parents were thinking the same thing. Even though we all knew it’d heal, and that she’d stop crying eventually, logic wasn’t really going to help that day, not with the amount of guilt and remorse in that room!
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I’ve done that. It is an awful feeling. I felt so bad I wouldn’t trim her nails and her daycare just started doing it for me because they got tired of getting scratched. She 2 years old now so if I catch her in the right mood she actually likes it. It helps if she sees me trim mine first.
Thank goodness this hasn’t happened to me. Luckily for me, Miranda likes getting her nails trimmed. I always used to sing to her while doing it when she was a baby. I guess it was comforting. Now she is the one who tells me when it’s time to get her nails cut. She hands me her nail clippers and puts her feet up. 🙂