Macy was climbing on the swing set (because it was finally nice enough for us to be outside) and she slipped as she climbed up the pretend rock wall and bumped her arm. She whined a little bit and ran towards me with her arm coming right at me ready for a kiss. She said, "Mommy, kiss it." There was no question in her tone of voice, more of a demand. As soon as I had kissed it, she was better. She was completely 100% back to her normal self, running to climb the same wall she had just fallen from. It was like my kiss was magic.
Johnny, Macy, and I were playing after dinner. Macy has a pretend "straightener" that she likes to do my hair with. Johnny chooses to "cut" things with it. He is all boy and doing hair is just not his thing. In the mix of them both trying to play with the same toy John's fingers got pinched in the middle of it. He was upset for just a minute or two. He always says, "I'm ok Mommy..." but this time "Will you kiss it?" came out as well. I kissed his sweet fingers and again almost instantaneously he was all smiles and chasing Macy around the room to get the toy back. My kiss...it's magic.
I wonder when I kissed Charlie's sweet head covered with those stupid sticky leads if it made any of his pain go away? I wonder when I sat with him and kissed his hands that were bruised from having so many IVs if he felt any relief. I am going to keep telling myself my kiss is magic. It had to help.