But her significant other said something hurtful and hateful to me about 8 months ago. There is a post in here about it...
And there is a slim chance that person will try to apologize to me. I already told my friend that if that person does not apologize, that person will not be allowed into my home, and will have to go do something else while I visit with my friend.
I am torn... I want them to sit there and listen to me tell them how much it hurt to hear those things. To scream at them and tell them they are a horrid bitch and an ugly soul and that they always do things like this... they say hateful things without thinking. They never think. They are awful and disgusting and make me want to club their head in with a shovel.
But I don't want to carry this much negativity inside me. I want to forgive, if they really apologize and it seems sincere.
I really don't like that I am faced with this.
My friend broke up with them... WHY did she have to get back together with this.... this..... this Ugly Bitch. WHY!?!?!?!? Ugh.
I know that even if I forgive, something else will come up, they will say something else hateful and rude and horrible. Because that is what they do. I have forgiven it for years and years, but I don't know if I can keep being the better person. I want to be a good person. But there are some things you can not forgive.
On a happier note, Liam is growing just fine. He is happy and healthy and cruising along on the couch, the chairs, the baby gates, the stairs... He crawls so fast, he explores everything. I love watching him reach out with his index finger and ever so carefully touch things that he wants to learn about. Very gently at first, then he presses down harder. Then comes the clumsy grab and whooooop, right toward the mouth.
So far we have extracted 5 leaves, one penny, a rock, a plastic piece to a chair, a 3 inch long piece of yarn, 2 fuzz balls, multiple pieces of cardboard and a dried piece of carrot from his mouth. And hey, I sweep every other day and try to run the vac once a week or so. I pick up EVERYTHING I see off the floor, but babies just zero in on anything that is small and might fit into their mouth.
And I don't even count all the pieces of baby O's that he finds and get stuck in there and eaten before I can stop him.
He makes it hard to keep the place clean. The noise from the Vac scares him and makes him cry. It also will wake him from a nap and make him scream. So I can not Vac unless Daddy is home to take Liam somewhere behind a closed door and reassure him and keep him happy.
He is starting to move faster than the cats at times, and has cornered Johnny and gotten his ears boxed already. I am mad at the kitty for reacting that way, but Liam DOES corner him and pull on his fur and gets a tight grip and won't let him escape. Things like this usually happens when I do something dumb, like think I can go into the kitchen for 2 minutes to wash out my cereal bowl. I mean, come on Mommy... Don't you know you are not allowed to do ANYTHING but watch the baby!
Liam also topples over. Less now than before, but he has rolled over from a kneeling pose and smacked his cheek on the edge of a board book. He also had a board book in his mouth and fell over and cut his lip on it.
But all of this is teaching me something... That it is ok. That I am not a failure as a mommy if the baby gets a bruise, a scratch, a bump... He moves so fast that in the 3 seconds it takes to turn around when you hear him crawling, he can already be in trouble. That I am not a bad mommy when he is playing safely with his toys, and I turn away to do something else and he has managed to crawl off and fall and cut his lip on a book. Because all I can do it make him as safe as possible. But no one can watch him 24 hours a day, or even every waking moment.
Sure, I am extra careful about the big things... the changing table, the stairs, the bath tub, using unsteady things to stand... I watch him, never leave him alone, all that stuff. But no one can stop the small stuff. No one can move that fast, or be between him and danger at every turn.
I think it has an added bonus. Ever since he got his ears boxed by the cat, he has not cornered the cat again. When he fell over holding the board book, he has not tried to crawl and chew on the book at the same time. And while I know we have more toppling over and more tripping and falling as we learn to walk and then run, that is all part of growing up.
Now, this does not mean that the kitty scratch on his cheek didn't make me feel like a bad mommy for a few hours. Or that I didn't kiss his little lip and beat myself up for "letting" him crawl with the book. It just means that once the crying stopped and the redness went down and it didn't look so bad, I didn't feel so bad anymore. I got to think about it and see how he reacted.
A lot of this is about forgiving myself for being human. Forgiving myself for needing to go put a dish in the sink, or looking away.
Even in this moment as I write this, he is sitting on the floor playing with his squeaky blocks and his board books and a cardboard shoe box. There are so many potential disasters in just this scenario. But I am ok with only glancing at him every 30 seconds. He is right beside me, and even if he got hurt, I would be right here to scoop him up and give him kisses. I can't save him from every bump and bruise. If I did, he would never learn. And I would never learn to just let go and let him learn.
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