I have already learned that it is hard to see your baby in pain. And I know that there are many more years of that to come. My dear friend, Katie, just wrote a post about lessons learned about motherhood and this part parallels nicely with a recent experience I had."Being a parent is wonderfully amazing. It's a love like no other. You'd lay down your life for this little being. You'd rip out your own heart with your own two hands if it meant they wouldn't have to suffer."
This seems like such a simple event, but it was very sad at the time. Jack got a balloon when he got his haircut and the helium balloon touched the ceiling for several days after it came home. It touched the ceiling for many more days than I expected it to.
Then one day, we got home after daycare, and the balloon was on the floor. And Jack was crushed. He didn't cry, which made the situation all that more sad. Instead, he kept quietly saying "Boon, up?" (translated: "Balloon, up?") He looked at me with such sweet, sad eyes wondering why his balloon was no longer up. And all I could do was say I was sorry.
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Poor lil guy. I can just imagine those sad eyes. :( Don't you wish you could give him a 100 helium balloons at that point?
Yes I do! You want to just make it right, but life isn't like that. It's tough to teach that to your own kid. :(
Aw, how sweet and sad. Moments like that are tough.
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