The Healing Power of Kisses
On Sunday, Hugh took off for hockey practice in the afternoon and Calder and I were left to spend some quality Mommy-Son time together.
As we were playing with his trucks on the kitchen floor, Calder turned to me (out of no where), pointed to his chin and said, "chin". I agreed with him that that was, indeed, his chin. He then looked at me and point to my chin and repeated the word. Again, I agreed with him. Then to my surprise, he pointed to my chin, said "owie", and kissed it better. I thought it was kind of strange, since I didn't have an owie, but loved that Calder just up and kissed me.
As I washed my face for bed that night, I saw the owie. A rather significant puss filled ZIT. Gross. I had a little laugh that I had let Calder kiss my zit, but figured I shouldn't have any guilt over it, since I didn't even know it existed at the time.
On Monday, Calder and I were sitting on the couch after supper and he once again pointed to my chin and said "owie". Feeling rather enlightened, I said, "yes, Mommy has an owie." This time, when he went to kiss it better, I quickly turned my head so he would kiss my lips rather that my recently popped zit. As soon as he realized he had missed, Calder when in for a second attempt. Again, I turned my head and took one on the lips. I did this for the 3rd, 4th, and 5th attempts as well. On his 5th attempt he got mad, saying "NO". After turning away again and getting another "NO", I felt I had no other option, but to let him kiss my zit better. Before bed, I popped the persistent little thing one more time and hoped for the best this morning.
Today, Calder was sitting on my lap after supper sharing a brownie with me. He turned to me and not surprisingly, pointed to my chin and said "owie". This time I wasn't going to fight it. If he wanted to kiss my zit better, he was more than welcome.
He gave it a smooch and announced "better".
I wish it were that simple.
As we were playing with his trucks on the kitchen floor, Calder turned to me (out of no where), pointed to his chin and said, "chin". I agreed with him that that was, indeed, his chin. He then looked at me and point to my chin and repeated the word. Again, I agreed with him. Then to my surprise, he pointed to my chin, said "owie", and kissed it better. I thought it was kind of strange, since I didn't have an owie, but loved that Calder just up and kissed me.
As I washed my face for bed that night, I saw the owie. A rather significant puss filled ZIT. Gross. I had a little laugh that I had let Calder kiss my zit, but figured I shouldn't have any guilt over it, since I didn't even know it existed at the time.
On Monday, Calder and I were sitting on the couch after supper and he once again pointed to my chin and said "owie". Feeling rather enlightened, I said, "yes, Mommy has an owie." This time, when he went to kiss it better, I quickly turned my head so he would kiss my lips rather that my recently popped zit. As soon as he realized he had missed, Calder when in for a second attempt. Again, I turned my head and took one on the lips. I did this for the 3rd, 4th, and 5th attempts as well. On his 5th attempt he got mad, saying "NO". After turning away again and getting another "NO", I felt I had no other option, but to let him kiss my zit better. Before bed, I popped the persistent little thing one more time and hoped for the best this morning.
Today, Calder was sitting on my lap after supper sharing a brownie with me. He turned to me and not surprisingly, pointed to my chin and said "owie". This time I wasn't going to fight it. If he wanted to kiss my zit better, he was more than welcome.
He gave it a smooch and announced "better".
I wish it were that simple.
Ahhh... what a sweet little boy! (Are you sure he's Hugh's?) lol
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