DH said something today after seeing a prominent new bite mark on my chin (seems like I get a new one every two days or so... some times two or three at a time) that I was his bite toy. Well, I had not thought of that, but it seemed to be an accurate description. For me, the little guy doesn't speak, so he expresses himself in much different ways. Like most young children who have not yet developed the faculty to speak yet, they tend to communicate through crying, whining, hitting, biting, scratching, throwing things - well, Remy does all that and more. Now, I realize that he can't just go on in life biting people when he feels frustrated, annoyed, excited and afraid. However, I also believe that when he learns to communicate better, he will bite less and less and eventually (hopefully soon) stop biting.
Now, DH brings up a good point. Why is Mommy the bite toy and not Daddy? Well, first of all, I'm the person with whom he has most physical contact. For a heavy guy, he loves being picked up, piggy backed and rocked like a baby. It's in these vulnerable times when he has the chance to sink his little sharp teeth and squeeze his jaw together on my face. I've put much thought into this. Believe me, I'm reminded every time I try to wash my face, touch my face or see my face in the mirror. Oh, yes, the raw flesh also stings just like that. I need to answer this question: how do I effectively teach Remy to communicate without biting? I will think about this and write about it by the end of this week.
In the meantime, I remind myself that I am also growing and learning. I accept myself, and I am grateful of the resilience that I have learned. Remy is doing the best that he can with what he has, and so am I. Together we will continue to strive for the sky.
Thank you, my friend, for reading. I wish you courage and patience to enjoy all the wonderful little hidden treasures of your day!
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