I’ve always been too terrified of bumping those to let the intrusive thoughts in.
The very first time I put my then-newborn to bed without anyone else present, I accidentally bumped the back/top of their head against the top frame of their bedding area. They made the saddest expression then started screaming their despair. Even if I hadn’t been worried about it before then, I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so much guilt or apologized so much, nor been so worried about long term consequences (to their development, not to myself).
Fortunately, they seem to be developing well and, though I can’t forget that happening, I very much doubt they even remember it to be upset.
Just like those ominous whispers when you look at the soft spot on a baby’s head
Or the things the knives whisper.
I’ve always been too terrified of bumping those to let the intrusive thoughts in.
The very first time I put my then-newborn to bed without anyone else present, I accidentally bumped the back/top of their head against the top frame of their bedding area. They made the saddest expression then started screaming their despair. Even if I hadn’t been worried about it before then, I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so much guilt or apologized so much, nor been so worried about long term consequences (to their development, not to myself).
Fortunately, they seem to be developing well and, though I can’t forget that happening, I very much doubt they even remember it to be upset.
That may or may not be a good thing (I’m joking I’m sure it’s all fine!)
Nice! I try to be generally positive and uplifting on this account, but I admit I wish I’d thought of this joke. It’s a good one.