Last night Alec stumbled over the edge of the bathtub while he was getting out "all by myself." He smacked his bottom and inner thigh in a position that would make most men cringe. Shudder.
A few minutes later he was still crying and rubbing his bottom. I'd already kissed his head and cuddled him but the pain was apparently still there. I said, "Where is the owie, Alec?" He rolled over onto his tummy and showed me his cute little birthday suited butt. Sure enough it had a big ol' red mark on it.
Sniffling, he said, "Kiss it, Mommy." And so, naturally, I did.
And that was enough. The tears dried up, the wailing and gnashing of teeth dispersed. All was well with his world, and with his bottom.
I wish I had that kind of faith, that kind of belief in such simple healing.
1 comment:
You are such a good mommy!!! The lessons we can learn from our children!!
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