The Things You Lose When You Look Down at Your Child
And how to make up for it in under 5 minutes a day
I was trying to do three things at a time: force my son to stand still with one hand, not spill the medicine I was holding in the other hand, and not curse. I failed at all three and was at my wits’ end. Something had to change.
I told myself I could: A. Sit there and cry. B. Fantasize about tying him with a thick rope and forcing him to take the damn drops. C. Get down on the floor, look into his eyes, and try to connect with the human being that I knew was hiding behind that little alien octopus.
That’s when I had my f*** moment…
I forgot to connect with the child.
(In all honesty, that moment came after I tried A and B).
Doh! I was counting on a child’s cooperation with no warm-up, and for what? For making him take his medicine through his nose — something that even adults hate, let alone a two-year-old.
So, I eventually came down on the floor and asked him — “What’s wrong, Mathew? Why don’t you want to take your treatment?”
The little boy pouted. He pressed the napkin against his runny nose really hard and then wiped off his tears (yes, with that very same snotty napkin). He looked me…
