Doing Damage

If you are anything like me, you look at the other adults around you and ponder what the heck their parents did to them during their childhood to make them the oddly, strange person that they are today.  

I’m completely aware of this and I am mature enough to admit that I am not innocent.  I refuse to look the other way about this issue.  Instead, I am going to embrace the damage I am doing to my child with open arms (and start a savings account for his future therapy.  Can anyone give me a good referral to a pediatric therapist?). Below are a couple of things I realized I am currently doing that will most likely scar my child as an adult.

-Chase and I came up with our own version of a song, it goes a little like this, “Chasey, Pasey, pumpkin pie… kissed the girls and made them cry.”  After many, many months of Chase and I singing this as a duet, I am starting to think that it may not be normal for a boy to learn that girls should cry after he kisses them.  I don’t see a healthy relationship in his future. (Oops! My bad!)

-Ever since Chase has been a baby, I have called him a “squish butt.”  I can’t remember exactly where this came from but I think this stemmed from me pinching his diaper to feel if his diaper was wet and squishy.  In a effort to make me pinching his diaper not seem creepy, I just said “squish butt” whenever I did it (Come to think of it, adding a “squish butt” to this ritual does indeed, make it creepy).  As a result of this, Chase now pinches his own butt and tells everyone (including the neighbors) that he has a “squish butt” while either pinching or spanking himself (I don’t know why he sometimes spanks himself, but it’s starting to worry me).

When you see my child in 20 years, please give him a break. After all, I did play a hand in raising him. 

I do try to reverse the damage by reading to him.