There is an unforgivable sin in my books. It's harming one of my babies. My mother bear instincts want anyone who even comes close to that to suffer the consequences. You hurt one of my babies, and you will regret it, so says Mama Bear. But what happens when one of my babies is the transgressor? When NOT forgiving is NOT a choice? This was the sad reality I found myself in this week. My oldest impulsively but intentionally threw a toy at her youngest sister that caused a nasty forehead gash. Apparently, forehead wounds bleed like you wouldn't think possible because within a minute or 2, my youngest child was covered from head to toe in her own blood. This is a sight no mother wants to see. After an ER trip, my youngest was all patched up and back to her playful self, but I remain a bit traumatized, and honestly, I feel a disconnect with my oldest now as a result. How could she hurt my baby like that!? I know the answer...