Post by Jessica R.
“Mommy! I need a band-aid.”
I hear that every day, multiple times a day. Usually whoever is asking most definitely doesn’t need a band-aid. Usually they need a good hand washing, maybe a wipe. The marker comes off, the booboo goes away and we’re all better.
Sometimes however, there is a real need for a band-aid.
Take yesterday for instance. What started as a typical nutty morning came to a grinding halt when my four-year-old held up her wrist and asked for some ointment and a band-aid. I glanced over, expecting at worst to see a tiny scrape. Instead what I saw froze me to the spot.
All over the inside of her very red and very tender looking wrist were tons of teeny tiny splinters.
I’m not squeamish. I can remove splinters and perform other little medical procedures without flinching, but this was on my baby. And it hurts to have splinters removed.
For a minute I contemplated just coating the wound in ointment and letting someone at daycare handle the splinter removal. They would have done it too, but I couldn’t bear the thought of all those splinters staying in one more second. It was bad enough that I hadn’t noticed the wound the night before.
So I sat her down in front of Curious George, sterilized my tweezers in some rubbing alcohol and got to work pulling out one painful little splinter after another.
She didn’t say a word, but when I looked up and saw silent tears coursing down her face I died a little inside.
Sometimes being the responsible mommy isn’t much fun. I think I’ve really earned my World’s Best Mommy Mother’s Day card.