Is this what parenthood will be like?
Last night, Erwin went out to get some milk and alka-seltzer, so I was left alone with the doggies. I had offered to go with him, but he insisted that I stay with them since he would only be gone for a little while. I'm so glad that I did stay.
Kinno, my older cocker spaniel, had been working on this bone for awhile, and I guess he got tired of it and left it alone. My baby cocker spaniel, Obi, saw that the bone was free so he went over to it and attempted to walk away with it. Kinno caught sight of him and immediately attacked him. All I heard was Kinno's aggressive growling and barking, and then I heard my puppy screaming and crying. I jumped up and tried to break them up, but when I picked up the puppy he was bleeding on his nose and his right ear!
I can't explain the sense of panic I felt. The puppy was so terrified that he jumped out of my arms and attempted to hide underneath our futon. He was shaking and crying so bad, so I scooped him up and held him to me so that I could try and calm him down. I couldn't get him calm enough to allow me to clean up his blood, and seeing the blood just made me even more upset.
When Erwin returned, he was able to clean up his ear and nose while the puppy rested his head on my shoulder. I felt like I NEVER wanted to let him go. I thought that maybe if I held him forever, nothing would ever hurt him again. It's crazy how much I love him. Don't get me wrong, I love Kinno, too. I couldn't stay upset with him for long. Kinno saw the tears in my eyes and he walked up to me while I was holding Obi. He gently nudged the puppy with his nose as if to say he was sorry.
By the end of the night, all was calm again, and the two of them were sleeping soundly next to me on our bed.
When I was about eight or nine years old, I was pretty mean to my younger brother. I remember he and I were fighting over something, and I shoved him off of my bed out of anger. When he fell, his head hit the handle of a drawer which caused a really deep cut on the back of his head. He started bleeding profusely and I tried to hide it, but there was blood everywhere! We ended up in the emergency room that night and he had to get stitches. To this day, he still shows me that scar and teases me about it.
The point of all of this is that I'm now realizing what it must feel like to be a parent. It hurts when your kids harm one another, and it hurts to see your child in pain. If I'm reacting this way about my dogs, how much worse will it be when it is my own flesh and blood? Man, this is really going to be tough.
Kinno, my older cocker spaniel, had been working on this bone for awhile, and I guess he got tired of it and left it alone. My baby cocker spaniel, Obi, saw that the bone was free so he went over to it and attempted to walk away with it. Kinno caught sight of him and immediately attacked him. All I heard was Kinno's aggressive growling and barking, and then I heard my puppy screaming and crying. I jumped up and tried to break them up, but when I picked up the puppy he was bleeding on his nose and his right ear!
I can't explain the sense of panic I felt. The puppy was so terrified that he jumped out of my arms and attempted to hide underneath our futon. He was shaking and crying so bad, so I scooped him up and held him to me so that I could try and calm him down. I couldn't get him calm enough to allow me to clean up his blood, and seeing the blood just made me even more upset.
When Erwin returned, he was able to clean up his ear and nose while the puppy rested his head on my shoulder. I felt like I NEVER wanted to let him go. I thought that maybe if I held him forever, nothing would ever hurt him again. It's crazy how much I love him. Don't get me wrong, I love Kinno, too. I couldn't stay upset with him for long. Kinno saw the tears in my eyes and he walked up to me while I was holding Obi. He gently nudged the puppy with his nose as if to say he was sorry.
By the end of the night, all was calm again, and the two of them were sleeping soundly next to me on our bed.
When I was about eight or nine years old, I was pretty mean to my younger brother. I remember he and I were fighting over something, and I shoved him off of my bed out of anger. When he fell, his head hit the handle of a drawer which caused a really deep cut on the back of his head. He started bleeding profusely and I tried to hide it, but there was blood everywhere! We ended up in the emergency room that night and he had to get stitches. To this day, he still shows me that scar and teases me about it.
The point of all of this is that I'm now realizing what it must feel like to be a parent. It hurts when your kids harm one another, and it hurts to see your child in pain. If I'm reacting this way about my dogs, how much worse will it be when it is my own flesh and blood? Man, this is really going to be tough.
posted by Jenn21 at 10:03 AM
2 Comments:
wow, you raise a massive point right there. My wife and have got two boys, 3 and 6 months. My wife has recently gone back to work fulltime and I'm the at home dad whilst trying to illustrate freelance. My son split his head open 3 weeks ago. The moment I saw the inch and half long gaping wound on his forehead and the bloode every where my heart almost jumped out of my throat. I didn't panic but the feeling of urgency was a sickening one (I was shaking for a bit). He was ok of course. The love you have for your own children is something that can not be explained until you have children yourself. I would not hesitate to put my life on the line for them and woe to those who look to harm my children, I am not a violent person but again, the love for your kids supersedes anything you might've felt ever. But don't worry, kids grow up gradually and you soon observe what they are capable of and the overprotectedness subsides! It's something to be enjoyed! Kids are great! Until they hit the age of 3........ sorry to ramble but my boys have impacted my life in ways I never imagined.
Credit to you also, that you actually care deeply and value not only human life but those of animals as well. The world needs more people who care and less who care about money
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