Saturday, May 19, 2012

Parental Frailty

"Damn you little kid."

These were the words that had come out of my mouth by the time I realized what I was saying. It was drawn out of me when the spoon full of sweet potatoes I was delivering to my 9 month olds mouth was, quick as lightning, batted from my grip.
Russell has a remarkable ability and reputation for doing this. But I still mistakenly attempt to win. And then I swear at child.

I'm trying to find a way where I come out looking less bad. The words felt truly involuntary--should we be responsible for instinctual responses we have no control over?

The session ended with me accidently dropping the container of food on the floor, which caused me to throw the spoon at the washer,  so I don't think there's much for me to salvage, here.

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