Last night as I sat talking to one of my kiddos about feeling sad, having a heartache and being hurt by someone I was transported back to the days when they were little and Band Aids solved everything. If they fell down and scraped their knees or their hands, they got a Band Aid followed by hugs and kisses and then they were fine. Life was good and easy and simple. Band Aids solved so much. They were magic.
It's not so simple now.
The hurts are different now. They're more internal than external. Band Aids can't fix all the pain now. Now when they get hurt it goes straight to their hearts. Those wounds can never be fixed with a Band Aid.
I wish I had a magic Band Aid, one where I could wave their heart ache away. My heart hurts with them and I would do anything to take the pain away. Last night I sat wishing I was once again able to rock my kiddos when they hurt, hug and kiss them, put a Band Aid on them and send them on their way. But I can't. These new wounds are a part of growing up and I'm powerless to stop whatever pain might be headed their way. But that still doesn't stop me from wishing I had a magic Band Aid.
Oh, for the love of my children...