It’s Harder Than It Looks

Parenting small children is hard. I think that has been well established. You kind of know what you are getting yourself into; the sleepless nights, the illnesses, the whining/crying/tantrums. Some of the challenges take you completely by surprise; for instance, trimming the nails of a toddler.

First, you have to actually remember to trim their nails. It generally does not take top priority, at least not in this house. The evenings disappear into a whirlwind routine of meal preparation and clean-up, bath time, prep for the next day, and bedtime stories. You will be reminded, however, when the toddler gets a hold of a good chunk of your face and scratches it in violent exuberance.

Trimming babies’ nails is not so hard. You can usually do it while they are sleeping. I always just bit their nails off. I know that sounds totally gross, but if you think about it from a strictly biological standpoint, I am sure that is what we were meant to do.

Once they are toddlers, things get dicier. They do not like to be held at all, and for some reason, all of my children have seemed to think I meant to do them great bodily harm with the nail clippers (and I only ever cut one of them in the nail trimming process ONE time!) So you have these nail clippers that could possibly do some damage and you are trying to use them on a crying, moving target and if you are using the nail clippers with the guard on them (that prevents you from cutting too close), you may as well wear a blindfold because you cannot see a thing. I gave up the nail clippers with the guard sometime during child number two’s toddler years, hence the one ‘cut too close’ incident.

It is really a three person job: one to restrain, one to entertain/distract, and one to trim. Sometimes, though, you have to go it alone. Before attempting to try it by yourself, it might be wise to practice on a 30 pound cat you just sprayed with water.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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