I want to applaud Jessica Glassberg for her recent post about throwing her baby down the stairs. I mean, she didn’t really, but it feels like it when you fall and the baby falls, too. Not that I’d know…
Actually, I would know. I do know. Very well.
I am afraid to share all of the mommy mess-ups I’ve had because I am still afraid someone will call Child Protective Services on me. I may or may not have been eating my second bowl of Cocoa Krispies and assuming the baby monitor was working fine while my first-born 9-month-old was crying on the floor of my in-laws’ home in Utah. I may or may not have watched that same child three years later tumble down a flight of stairs as my entire existence flashed before my eyes. I may or may not have accidentally hit my own trumpet into that same child’s mouth this weekend, causing his lip to bleed.
Moms who have those things happen are bad, right? Negligent. Careless. Too consumed with their own mishegaas to be fully present. Right?
Wrong. It’s so important to talk about these things. The first time I admitted that I was having bizarre and intrusive fears of accidentally dropping my newborn, one of my closest friends almost started crying. “You too!?” she said. We marveled at how good it felt to not be alone with those scary feelings. We shouldn’t be alone with those feelings. No mom should be. Read the rest of this entry →