I am a nail biter. I hate HATE to say that, but I am. I battled with this for YEARS. I hate that I did it and would try to hide it. I tried to stop many, many times. I was embarrassed by the way my nails looked – all stubby and chewed on… ick. FINALLY, I stopped. I can’t remember how I did it, but I did.
Then about two years ago I started biting them again. I remember it was around the holidays and I was super-stressed out. I bit them for a very short time and then came to my senses and stopped.
The difference was that a little girl was watching me… the same little girl that would stand in the bathroom with me in the mornings and pretend that she was blow drying her hair too. She started biting HER nails. I FELT HORRIBLE. What a bad MOM! How could I pass on this terrible and embarrassing habit to my sweet girl?!?
I tried EVERYTHING to get her to stop… yucky tasting nail polish, painting her nails pretty colors, begging, threatening, disciplining, doing a scrapbook page about it… NOTHING WORKED. I felt awful.
Yesterday while we’re snuggling on the couch before bed she shows me her fingers. THEY ARE NOT all CHEWED up! THEY ARE GROWING LITTLE NAILS ON THEM! How did this happen? Oh – it must be because I’m raising an independent thinking girl who decided on her own that she wanted her fingers to be healthy and to quit this bad habit! YES! I AM a good Mom! Ahhhh… sweet victory! I cheered, hugged, beamed with PRIDE! I kissed her little fingers and waxed poetically about us getting manicures together!
No, she says.. her kindergarten teacher told her to keep her fingers out of her mouth. So she did.
— Do you hear that sound? Like air being let out of a balloon? —
My nails? Yeah… they look chewed on right now. (s-t-r-e-s-s) Maybe I should give Ms. H a call.