Any parent who has ever tried to trim the nails of a baby has struggled with it. Figuring out how to hold the baby and hold the fingers and hold the clippers… it’s not easy.
We have the tiny little clippers with the magnifying glass that only makes it harder to see clearly (so I don’t use that part). Early on, we used a teeny tiny emory board. Since then, we’ve tried those tiny clippers. And bywe, I mean Ann. And once, our friend Alisha, who spent half an hour or more managing it finger by finger with limited crying as a result.
Today, I took it upon myself to trim the nails myself. I thought I’d take the stress off of Ann — because it certainly is stressful to try to trim those miniscule nails.
For a little while, I was having success. And then I slipped.
And her finger bled. She didn’t really fuss, but it really freaked me out. The blood wouldn’t stop for almost a minute… but Ann very calmly helped out and we got it under control. Unfortunately, I still had six fingers to go.
I got them all… but one of them really needed a touch-up.
And this time, she screamed like I’ve never heard her scream before.
I know better than to blame myself. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t.
A while later, she smiled at me. She had already forgotten the injury. All she knew was that I was her Daddy and I was taking care of her. Not that I had accidentally hurt her.
I want to be able to forgive like that.