I knew better. I made a treacherous parenting error last week and I’m now paying for my unfortunate choice.
My 13-month-old, Dax, has become a jovial little dude. He loves being playful. Sometimes, he gets a bit too playful and bites. I usually give him a stern look and say, “No bite.”
Last week, I messed up. I was wrestling him on the floor and he harmlessly bit my shirt. Then, he just hung on to my shirt with his teeth and a big smile. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but it just struck my funny bone and I couldn’t help myself. Oh, that I could turn back time.
I now have a full blown happy biter. He’s not an intentional chomper. (I’ve had one of those too). My guy only bites for the amusement of himself and others. Dax aims for the clothing, but is not always so successful with his good intentions. Ouch!
No hug is safe. Every cuddle is now a risk. He is a danger, mostly to me.
At church, this Sunday, there was a well-meaning family, sitting in the row behind us. I was holding Dax while the daughter and mom were playing peek-a-boo with him–his ultimate favorite!
He was so excited, he couldn’t control himself. He kept chuckling and biting my sweater and ME! I stayed quiet–it was church after all. I don’t think his playmates had any idea he was actually injuring me.
Finally, the break I’d been waiting for! My 2-year-old started acting up, loudly making demands for water during a prayer–I’ve never been so grateful for my unruly child! I quickly and quietly asked my husband to take my toddler out in the hall and “Um honey, can you take the baby too?” Phew.
I’ve been stepping up my sternness this week, but Dax only laughs at me. I think my harshness is entertaining to him. I know this phase will pass, hopefully soon, but, by that time, I may be scarred for life.