Ann Porter
March 4th 04, 05:58 AM
Having a little one at my advanced age has been very different from having a
little one in my youth. I was much more carefree when I was younger. I'm
still not going to freak if he drops a piece of candy then eats it. But
this time I have two major sources of anxiety that I had never thought of
when my older kids were little: corners and the oven.
My house is full of corners. When Small Son was just a littl'un (< 1 y/o),
he slipped off daddy's knee and banged his head on the corner of a coffee
table. At 20 months or so, he had a similar accident and required hospital
grade super glue (what great stuff) to close up the wound. He's 4 1/2 now,
tearing through the house, with small spaces between doors and desks, open
dishwasher in the galley kitchen, and man...the chunk of iron on the frame
of his bed...well, every time he runs around, I'm a nervous wreck.
My other obsession is the oven. He made a dash for me when the oven door
was open when he was just 18 months old, and I blocked him with my leg,
knocking him away from it. Of course, he cried, and my older son asked
"Why'd you kick him?" and all I could say was, "So he wouldn't fall in the
oven and die." My heart pounds every time I open the oven door. If he's
even looking at me from the other room and sees me open the oven, he dashes
away, because he's picked up on my fear. I've also explicitly told him:
"The oven is hot. Don't come near the oven when the door is open." I guess
it's good that he listens to me.
Best,
Ann
--
Where we are weak, harshness and fear will not make us strong;
where we are strong, gentleness and forebearance will not make us weak. --
Jamie
little one in my youth. I was much more carefree when I was younger. I'm
still not going to freak if he drops a piece of candy then eats it. But
this time I have two major sources of anxiety that I had never thought of
when my older kids were little: corners and the oven.
My house is full of corners. When Small Son was just a littl'un (< 1 y/o),
he slipped off daddy's knee and banged his head on the corner of a coffee
table. At 20 months or so, he had a similar accident and required hospital
grade super glue (what great stuff) to close up the wound. He's 4 1/2 now,
tearing through the house, with small spaces between doors and desks, open
dishwasher in the galley kitchen, and man...the chunk of iron on the frame
of his bed...well, every time he runs around, I'm a nervous wreck.
My other obsession is the oven. He made a dash for me when the oven door
was open when he was just 18 months old, and I blocked him with my leg,
knocking him away from it. Of course, he cried, and my older son asked
"Why'd you kick him?" and all I could say was, "So he wouldn't fall in the
oven and die." My heart pounds every time I open the oven door. If he's
even looking at me from the other room and sees me open the oven, he dashes
away, because he's picked up on my fear. I've also explicitly told him:
"The oven is hot. Don't come near the oven when the door is open." I guess
it's good that he listens to me.
Best,
Ann
--
Where we are weak, harshness and fear will not make us strong;
where we are strong, gentleness and forebearance will not make us weak. --
Jamie