Missing Boo Boo
TwinkleToes had a little boo boo. Nothing major, just a scratch or scrape she got at school on the playground.
Every day during dinner we heard “See my boo boo?”
Eventually there was just the smallest bit of scab left, but we all looked at it and said, “Yes, we see your boo boo… now you need to eat, please.”
And then one day we’re eating dinner and out of the blue she bursts into tears. Real, genuine, tears. Full of pain and sorrow. Nothing fake about it, something was really wrong.
“Baby, why are you crying? What’s wrong?”
(deep sobbing breath) “My boo boo is GONE!!!!!!”
And then I had one of those “bad mommy” moments, because the relief of it not being anything terribly serious, along with the humor of her being upset because her boo boo healed… I must admit that a shot of laughter just kind of came out of me. Which just made her cry all that much harder.
GlitterGirl glared at me as she rose from her chair and rounded the table to hug her sister and tell her it would be okay. I managed to get my laughter under control so I could offer sympathy as we talked about how good it is that our bodies heal and that makes our boo boos go away. And how bad it would be if she still had every single boo boo she ever head.
The next day GlitterGirl ended up with a much bigger boo boo. But more on that tomorrow.