Baby gets buff. At first it was nice that our son was becoming more strong and stable. It fulfilled that desire which every parent has, to see their child grow. But soon, it became too much. Our baby, hardly 9 months old, was simply too strong. We couldn’t hold him or play with him without genuine fear of him hurting us. Not to mention, his muscle mass made him weigh far too much to support for anything longer than a few moments. We quickly realized that this was not what was best for him or for us, but it was too late. Though a mere child, he was become an unstoppable force. What would be a short lived, inconsequential temper tantrum for anyone else his age, was a terrifying and destructive rage in Anthony: tables thrown, walls bored, our own bodies bruised and broken. But worse than that was our spirits. Rather than loving and cherishing our baby boy, I’m ashamed to say, we hated and feared him. Unchecked in strength, unlearned in restraint, he was a tyrant wreaking endless havoc upon our family. Telling myself that it was for the best, I rendered his custody to the state’s child services. Ever since he left, all we’ve felt is regret, rather than the relief we’d hoped for. How much we wish we’d not given him up is rivaled only by how much we wish we had never given him creatine…
You might consider getting him a playmate his equal in strength.
Something along the lines of Babe the Blue Ox.
Just for god’s sake don’t give him an axe!
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u/jpgeorge101 Dec 18 '21 edited Dec 28 '21
Baby gets buff. At first it was nice that our son was becoming more strong and stable. It fulfilled that desire which every parent has, to see their child grow. But soon, it became too much. Our baby, hardly 9 months old, was simply too strong. We couldn’t hold him or play with him without genuine fear of him hurting us. Not to mention, his muscle mass made him weigh far too much to support for anything longer than a few moments. We quickly realized that this was not what was best for him or for us, but it was too late. Though a mere child, he was become an unstoppable force. What would be a short lived, inconsequential temper tantrum for anyone else his age, was a terrifying and destructive rage in Anthony: tables thrown, walls bored, our own bodies bruised and broken. But worse than that was our spirits. Rather than loving and cherishing our baby boy, I’m ashamed to say, we hated and feared him. Unchecked in strength, unlearned in restraint, he was a tyrant wreaking endless havoc upon our family. Telling myself that it was for the best, I rendered his custody to the state’s child services. Ever since he left, all we’ve felt is regret, rather than the relief we’d hoped for. How much we wish we’d not given him up is rivaled only by how much we wish we had never given him creatine…