Magic Kisses

I'm finally back! I have spent every spare moment and then some on working on my parents, in laws, and sister-in law's gifts and finally got them DONE, Yay! I guess you could say I have a little OCD in me, some would say a lot of OCD but who are "they" to judge.

I have noticed lately that everytime my kids get hurt instead of running to me for a KISS to make it all better they run for the BANDAIDS! Since when did bandaids make everything all better. I mean come on Mothers are supposed to kiss the owie all better. I guess if you're bleeding a bandaid is good to STOP the bleeding but when did they become so magical that all is well after the bandaid is placed on the owie? I don't even stoop to getting the fun action figure or fun bandaids just the plain old run of the mill ones. Even Cortlynd has to put a bandaid on her finger because it is "hurting", no open wound, no cut, no blood! The last time Gavin came in crying I said, "Do you want me to kiss it all better?" He looked at me like I was crazy. "That doesn't help" he cries. So I say to the "All Powerful Bandaid" I will fight you to the death! The death I say! I won't let you take my magic from my kisses!

I was greatful to find that I do still have the "magic touch" when it comes to scary dreams. Graham came in our room the other night crying that he had a bad dream. He went to Darren's side of the bed as they all do because Mom doesn't always let them in bed. It was such a bad dream for him that just being with us was not enough for him to go back to sleep. He kept crying so my sweet husband suggested to sing a song. They both proceeded to softly sing 3 songs together but that still didn't help he was still crying so he wanted to get in the middle to be by me. I held him tight and suggested he say a prayer. Which he asked if I would say it for him. After my prayer he said "I can't close my eyes because I keep picturing my scary dream." I asked if he wanted to talk about it which he did. Then I said he sould think of good things to think of but that didn't help either. I finally had a thought to remind him what I have told him before when he is scared at night. "I am filled with faith not fear." That was all it took he said it 3 times and his breathing slowed and he fell back to sleep in my arms. It was amazing to witness the faith of a little child!