We were trying to get out the door for church. There is that moment when you realize that if you don’t leave “right now” you will be hopelessly late, well, this was it. The complication was enhanced by the fact we were visiting Paul’s parents in Montana. Finally we had our two children shoed and outfitted, and ourselves too (that is the amazing part!). It was in the final surge to the car, I suppose it was inevitable. In her haste Elizabeth, 2, trip and crashed, he knees digging into the driveway pavement. Shrieks and cries filled the air as we picked her up and dusted her off, setting her temporarily on the hood of the car. After inspection we realized that she was fine, not even enough damage to require a band-aid which was good, because should we have to go doctor it up we would be late. But what to do? She wouldn’t be sattisfied without a band-aid.
Then I had a stroke of genious! It really was a spectacular moment, these things don’t happen to me very often. heh 🙂 I reached into Daddy’s pocket and pulled it out.
“Elizabeth, do you know what this is?” She shook her head, looking slightly puzzled.
“It’s an invisible band-aid! Do you see it? Right here in my fingers.” I held my thumbs and index fingers in the shape of a band-aid. A slow smile spread across her face and she nodded her head yes.
“You need to open it.” she reached over and “peeled” off the invisible wrapper.
“Now, you need to take the tabs off.” She grinned while she took the invisible tabs off the band-aid. Her owie now all but forgotten.
“Do you want to put a kiss on it?” Her hair fell forward framing her chubby cheeks as she leaned forward and kissed the band-aid.
“Shall I put a kiss on it too?” she nodded her hair and blew a kiss onto her invisible band-aid.
“All right, let’s put it on now.” she lifted her skirt and I fastened the little invisible band-aid onto her knee.
“As I proclaimed, “Good as new!” she hopped in the car with the biggest smile on her face and then proceded to show every one in her nursery class at church her invisible band-aid.
They have become our cure-all. The kids are plastered with invisible band-aids. The supply never runs out and they bring their friends to me for the invisible band-aid treatment. It’s really rather silly, but it is imbedded into our family, cherished and loved.
10 responses to “Cure”
That is such a good idea. Usually just kissing it better works in our house but I’ll have to keep the invisible band-aid in mind. We really don’t go through many REGULAR band-aids right now as it is. But I’m sure that will change.
heh. that’s funny. just further proof the best treatment is imaginatin. 😉
Since Aiden is completely addicted to band aids (he thinks every single little “owie” can be fixed by a band aid. We try to tell him band aids are only for blood), I think we’ll try the invisible kind next. That’s awesome!!
You are so clever! I aspire to your motherhood prowess.
What a great idea…never would have come up with that one on my own!
You are SO SMART! I would have been stressing out and running for a band aid. I’m very impressed! 🙂
Are your invisible band-aids plain or do they have pictures on them? My kids only wear the ones with pictures when they aren’t really in need of one.
You are a smart woman by the way! You should send it in as a tip to a parenting mag. or something. It makes a great story!
PC- It all depends on what the child wants, but a cool idea I just had would be to keep a little marker in your purse, then you can draw little flowers or soccer balls where the tabs go so the pictures show up but the band-aid doesn’t. Heh. 🙂
Smart thinking! (And a wonderful cure!)
This never would have worked on my son, at any age. But I came up with my own version of what works. Just start talking about the science. If he was bleeding I’d talk about red and white blood cells; if he was in pain I’d talk about how pain signals travel through the nervous system. He’d get so interested in what I was talking about that he’d forget about the minor injury that originally upset him.