This time around, I could not coast. I rammed straight into the wall and had no answer for my son's questions about circumcision and what happens before, during, and after. I had absolutely no idea what to say, how to deal, and what to do with it. I mean, how would I know? I'm a girl.
Due to this, I cursed B's Dad in my head. He was the one who did not want to have B circumcised when B was just a baby because he said it would make for a great bonding between him and our son. Now, he's nowhere to be seen and I am left to fend on my own with the situation. Thankfully, D came to the rescue.
I really am grateful for D. He talked B through it and even went all the way to our place to be with B during the process. He alleviated B's fears and it was just a really awesome gesture. Kindness in it's purest form. I mean, he didn't have to do it but he willingly volunteered and for a single Mom who felt helpless about things, this was just such a welcome respite.
I was a wreck. D kept telling me to relax but I just couldn't. I guess it's innate in a Mom to be nervous when you know that there will be pain involved for your child and there is nothing you can do about it. Thankfully, he was there to just help B get over things and understand what was happening. I mean, I couldn't even look at B's wound. It was too much and I felt like passing out.
I know. I am worthless.
This is why I am extremely grateful to D as well as my family coz they are there when I can't handle things. It really is true when people say it takes a village to raise a child. I wouldn't be able to handle things on my own and I am just thankful that God sends angels my way.