band-aid

Some days are easier than others.

I’m a problem-solver. As a wife, mother and employee that’s what I am. People come to me and expect me to figure out a way to make something, anything, everything work. Rarely am I asked how I am. Wanna go for lunch, or coffee or a walk around the block? Not likely. I’m often forgotten until you need something fixed or someone to help you figure out how to make whatever work. Just knock on my door, I’m the fixer.

I’m not trying to sound like a complainer, because most of the time I’m not. Wag more, bark less. I try to live by that motto. But like I said, some days are easier than others.

My kids always ask for a band-aid when they get hurt. Blood is not necessary. We have a vast collection of band-aids. Scooby-doo and Curious George are current favorites. Band-aids make it all better.

Yesterday morning, my oldest gave me very long hug. It was what I needed at that moment. As he clung to me, his arms around my neck, he looked up at me and said, “Mom, I’m a band-aid.” I laughed. But he couldn’t have been more right on. My kids and my husband are my band-aid. They make it all better.

~Peace

Three Little Birds

My littlest is a challenge. Stubborn and smart is a dangerous combination in a 3 year-old. He also has a speech delay and gets frustrated easily when people don’t understand him or don’t have the patience to understand him. He is in speech therapy and while it costs us a fortune because the health insurance doesn’t recognize it as medical problem, I know the financial sacrifices we are making are worth it for his confidence.

At school he gets shy and struggles speaking in a group. We know that the social setting is so important for him to learn and grow, but it is hard for me as his mom. I spend the time he is at school wondering how he is doing, is he being understood, is he making friends. His teacher is incredibly supportive and I feel lucky to have her in our lives. He’s making improvements. We need to get him socially ready for kindergarten. Academically he is more than ready. Like a said, he’s smart.

But at home, it’s a different story. He talks a lot. He also loves to sing and we encourage it. His new favorite song is Three Little Birds by Bob Marley and the Wailers. He knows every word and melody. I love listening to his little voice sing “Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. ‘Cuz every little thing is gonna be all right.”

My husband calls it his anthem. I gotta remember that.

~This is my message to you-oo- oo