But I know it’s not possible….but, I sure wish I could.
When S shares her deepest 5-year-old thoughts as I’m putting her to bed and she is reflecting on her day and she tells me that someone was mean to her on the playground.
When she falls and scrapes her knees and says she never want to play outside again.
When C gets whacked in the head by a swing he didn’t see (and that I couldn’t get to fast enough).
I know it’s not practical or even a real thing I could do, and probably wouldn’t be good for them, because at some point that bubble will pop and they’ll be in the “real world.” But for now, maybe for a few years, I wish I could keep their tender hearts and bodies in a bubble. So that nothing can harm their bodies and hearts.
So in the meantime I guess I do the next best thing – help them through it. Comfort, kiss boo-boos, whatever it may be.