We altered our routine and introduced people.
And lost ground.
I don't regret seeing family.
I do regret caring what people thought so much that we stayed away from home longer than was good for Million. We placed our social needs above the needs of our son, and regret it completely. Parenting fail number 8 million and 3.
The process of adding people into this equation is not fun. It's like peeling back a bandaid and then realizing that you still need the bandaid on.
Especially difficult is the consideration that we're throwing some behavioral issues into the mix.
Because even if they're the kindest people in the world, and even if no one verbally criticizes us to our faces, my brain goes into hyperanalytic paranoid mode.
Million did xyz naughty thing. I bet they think I'm too harsh or too lenient.
Million does xyz cute and adorable thing. I bet they think we're crazy because we see it as a cry for attention and parent shopping.
First grandchild on both sides of the family...
God, give us grace.
We need it.