Last Friday while at my parents' place, I decided to take advantage of the fact that PK was asleep to cut her nails, since they were getting a bit long. I was doing reasonably well, having gone through both hands minus her left thumb. And then, the unthinkable happened - I cut into her left thumb with the nail clippers.
That woke her up right away, and she started crying from the pain. I looked down at her thumb and it was bleeding. I couldn't tell what damage I had done at that point, but between her crying and the bleeding, I was convinced that I had cut off a piece of her teeny thumb. That of course made me start wailing.
My parents, who were both home that day, came running into the room to see what was going on. They are not normally the most chillaxed people in the world, but for whatever reason, the more I panicked, the calmer they were. My dad put some peroxide on PK's little cut, while my mom held her. My dad then gave me a big hug to calm me down (my dad is NOT normally a huggy person).
It didn't take long for PK to calm down, thank goodness. I, on the other hand was an emotional wreck, feeling like I was the world's worst mom. It took me a while to calm down, but I eventually did, thanks to the surprising calmness of my parents. I'm glad that even at 29, I can still come crying to my parents for comfort. I hope that I can be as comforting to PK as she grows up and beyond.
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