I grew up being a nail biter, I would be told gross stories about how bad biting nails really were and pictures were shown to me, but I couldn’t stop this habit! No matter what I did it seemed my mouth and nails were forever meeting. I did find when I was busy talking with friends, taking walks, etc that I did not bite my nails but when I got alone I ended up biting them.
After getting pregnant for the first time I noticed that my nails were growing at a fast rate and in turn I ended up not biting my nails anymore shortly after pregnancy with that first born. I tend to think of nail biting as a nervous habit and up until I became a single mom when my daughter was four months old I had always lived a quite crazy life.
Now, as a Mom of three I haven’t bit my nails in years. Until recently, a few weeks ago I posted on Facebook that I was biting my darn nails again. Many said it was disgusting while others said they have the same problem. I stopped biting my nails again and well now I realize why I like shorter nails.
My son who was up on my shoulders in the first picture ended up toppling over me in a crazy way (FOR FUN) and as I went to catch him so he didn’t nose dive into the carpet getting rug burn or hurting himself I got his nose with my nail.
I felt so bad when I saw his nose start bleeding, because he didn’t cry or anything so I had no clue I got him until he turned to look at me and then I snapped the pictures to send to his Dad via text.
So even though I love having long nails, and am happy to be a non-nail biter now, it is difficult to not clip my kids at times with the long nails on accident. These pictures remind me of a picture of me as a little girl. I was at my Gram’s house when her German Shepard type dog ran past me and knocked me down, giving me a rug burn type face from the concrete walk way.
Little things happen like this when you are a parent, but I wonder, don’t moments like this just scare you as a parent sometimes or make you feel bad?