Boo-boos happen. My daughter is rapidly approaching two years of age. With that comes lots of scrapes and bumps. Most times my little girl comes running to her mommy, tears streaming down her face and there I am to kiss it and make it all better. Who knew that my pink-tinted lip gloss had such super powers?
Being the hormonal mess that I am (note: I’m seven months pregnant), I caught myself watching GLEE last week with a huge box of tissue. This was the one that addressed the death of actor Corey Monteith, and character Finn. There was one scene where his mom talked about how she is supposed to deal with him being gone, expected to take one breath after another, as she sobbed between them. Holy smokes. I was done. I cannot imagine the number of kisses that Cory needed to make everything better. It breaks my heart to think about my daughter having to face these situations in the future.
I pray every day that my kisses are strong enough to combat situations like bullying, not making the team, first heart break – and second and third, coping with death, failed tests, etc. Kisses are only on the outside, but they come from something deep inside. They come from endless conversations with my daughter, endless time spent with her – an endless love that surfaces itself in the form of a smooch.
Smarty Moms, continue to give your babies (of all ages) kisses. They do help to make it all better. Be there to listen and learn from them, talk with them about anything and everything, just be there. It breaks my heart that there are parents out there that have lost their children; that can no longer “kiss” them and make it all better. I savor every day with my daughter and although she likes it now and will hate it later, I continue to smother her with kisses.
Pink-tinted, super-power lip glosses unite!