Jan 28, 2011

The healing kiss

I stubbed my toe the other day, yelled "owowowow!" and went hopping about. Number Two came running to see what the commotion was about.

Our routine when the boys get an owie is to kiss it and make it better. And when they are young, it really works. A child's ability to BELIEVE is something we lose as we grow up, so many doubts, cynicism, enter the mind. Even when a wish seems like it is coming through, we doubt first, painfully aware of all the things that could possibly go wrong, having over the years filed away all the times that things did go wrong. To believe, we have to overcome doubt - for a child to believe is natural.

"What happened?" interrogates Number Two.
"I bumped my toe," I moan.
"Which toe," he asks.
I recognise the intense lookover he is giving my units and back away.
"Err...never mind," I say.
"Which toe," he demands. "I will kiss it, make it better."
I cringe and protest but I know this look, so I give up.
He plants a kiss softly.
"Is it better now?" he asks.
Much better, I say.

And for a second, I have a glimpse of a child's perspective and understand how a parents' kiss can work physical wonders on a hurt.

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