Yes, I Still Kiss My Daughter’s Boo Boos!
I feel your eyes as my daughter comes crying to me.
You wait in silence to see how I respond to the latest scrape or boo boo.
Without a second thought, I choose to kiss my six-year-old’s boo boo and can almost hear your rebuttal.
But, it doesn’t matter at this moment, there’s only one thing that matters…
In just seemingly a few years my house will not enjoy the giggles and laughs of an energetic, silly six-year-old.
Instead, it will be full of teens and young adults.
Moms Still Kiss Boo Boos!
But you know what?
I want my child to know that at any age she can come to me with her boo-boos.
Yes, she came to me with them when she was two, four, six…and she can come to me when she’s sixteen.
Though her pains and tears will come from drastically different sources, she can still find comfort in the person that still made time to kiss her boo-boos and wipe her tears away — even when she was six-years-old.
She can still find comfort in the arms of a mom who doesn’t just say, “Dry it up! Be tough!”
My Daughter Can Come to Me With Any Problem
No, she knows she has a listening ear to confide in, a shoulder to cry on and a heart to care.
I may look silly so some people…
Hugging, speaking gently and acknowledging each scrape and bruise that my child experiences.
But to my six-year-old?
It means the world.
My Daughter Needs to See that I Care
Why would my teen daughter think I would care enough to listen to her problems, struggles and pains if I never took the time to kiss her boo-boos, wipe her tears and whisper, “It’ll be ok” in her tiny ear?
I’m not talking about encouraging incessant whining, fits of anger and selfish tantrums.
I’m talking about taking a few moments to listen…to care.
So, yes, dear onlooker. I did just kiss my six-year-old’s boo-boo.
I did just pick her up and cuddle her about her finger getting smashed in the door.
And maybe, just maybe you should consider kissing your six-year-old’s boo-boo next time she falls off her purple bike with yellow streamers.
It’s ok if people give you sideway glances that seem to say, “Stop babying her.”
My Daughter Is More Important Than Other People’s Opinions
Don’t worry about those glances.
Don’t fret about their opinions.
Only concern yourself with this moment that means the moon and stars to your child.
Sure, it’s not the end of the world and her dog didn’t die — but to her?
It’s a big deal.
And for that reason, dear on-looker, I will continue to console my children in moments of seeming despair.
Because those little moments create memories of mom “being there.”
And I plan on “being there” now, tomorrow and in the years to come.
And I’ll be there waiting — waiting to kiss my child’s boo-boos again.
Want to Chat With Other Moms Who think motherhood is incredible? Join our All Things Mommy group on Facebook!
See you there!