I held in the curses that I could feel escaping my lips as I lay on the floor, wincing in pain. “Ow. Ow. Ow,” I repeated over and over, in the hopes that the mere recitation of the syllable would cure the ache in my knee.
I could see her staring at me from her easel in the corner, just waiting to repeat any inappropriate outburst that I allowed to come out. So I held it all in.
For the 97th time over the course of six years in that house, I had slipped on the wood floors while wearing socks. Why would I have learned my lesson?
So, there I sat, knee clutched tightly, rocking back and forth.
“What are you doing, Mommy?” Avery gently inquired.
“Nothing. I fell.”
“Do you have a boo-boo?”
I responded through gritted teeth, “Yeah- I think it's a bruise.” Why wasn't it feeling better yet?
“Do you need a band aid?” Now she seemed truly concerned.
Then, without any prompting, Avery came over and kissed my knee and gave me a giant hug.
It's moments like these that make me so thankful to be a mom. Even through a little pain, something so simple as your child's kiss can make everything all better.