It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skint knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.
Seems I'm just in a reflective mood this morning. Looking back. What I need to be doing, is packing and getting ready for work. I'm going to Morticia's when I get off. Gonna spend a little time with her tomorrow. That's always a bandaid for me.
Y'all take care and have a wonderful day.