It all started so innocently. A pile of potatoes, two peelers, some chatter. Next thing I know, my daughter is squeezing her finger and holding back the tears.
"I hurt my finger and I..am..pressing..on it."
Of course, I had to look. Lucky for us, she just nipped the corner and while it hurt, it wasn't anything some soap and water and neosporin couldn't handle.
But, oh my, I had one of those moments. Why wasn't I watching? What if it had been worse? Thank goodness it was only a peeler...but still! You know that voice, the Bad Parent voice that lurks in the back of our mind, second guessing and criticizing? All for a little nick.
She didn't cry and the band-aid seemed to make everything feel better, but I peeled the rest of the potatoes myself while she sat on the stool and talked to me. It's a tough world out there - for kids and parents alike. Here's wishing you safe dinners and, if needed, a box of band-aids in near reach.
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