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  1. He got shots today. And even after 15 plus years of parenting watching someone else hurt my kid makes me weep like a little girl.


    (Linking this as a quote vs reblogging a picture of someone else’s kid.)

    I can still remember when The Boy got his first shots.

    The nurse took his foot, rubbed it to make it warm, and then stuck it with a needle.

    It was his first experience being betrayed: someone made him feel good (“ooh, nice warm foot-rub!”) and then hurt him when he wasn’t expecting it.

    I can still remember how hard it was to resist the urge to punch the nurse right in her face.