The Power of a Kiss

What mother doesn’t feel great about the fact that she can kiss bruised palms and scraped knees and see tears instantly disappear?

Last night while I was busy bathing Zoe, Riley somehow managed a nasty scrape on the top of her foot. Don’t ask me how. Thirty seconds before the scrape appeared, she had been a practicing rock star standing on a stool singing at herself in the mirror. Then I heard her say, “OH no. I hurt myself. …OH…I just…I just need to kiss it.”

She hopped off the stool and headed into Adam’s room, which immediately puzzled Zoe. “Why’s she going in Adam’s room?”

“I don’t know.” We both listened for evidence of her activity, and after a few seconds we heard some loud kissing sounds coming from Adam’s room. Then we heard Riley say, “Okay…all better.”

So now I understand that, at least from Riley’s perspective, it’s the kiss itself that’s powerful, not necessarily the fact that Mommy gives it.:) Who needs Mommy when you can just kiss your own scrapes?

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