Superhero Kisses

When I was a child, I believed my parents were omnipotent, omniscient, invincible. I never questioned that they were the centre of the whole world. My superheroes. Had capes and vast quantities of primary coloured lycra been hidden underneath their jeans and sweaters, I would not have batted an eyelid.

Of course, age beats innocence, and as I grew, so did my acceptance of my parents’ human fallibility.

Now I have a baby of my own, and I have become the superhero. All the unquestioning belief I held in my own parents I now recognise in her eyes when she gazes at me. She thinks I am the top. For her, I can do anything.

If only I could live up to her expectations!

The past week has seen her struggling with sickness, fever and pain. She has not been well. The days have passed in an agonising whirl of tears, and restless sleep.

All I have been able to offer her is cuddles, kisses and measured doses of Calpol from an industrial sized bottle. As she has struggled with aching limbs and churning stomach, I have been helpless but to whisper soothing words in her ear and hold her close. And yet, she still has unerring faith in me.

As the pain has gotten worse, she has held out a hand for a “magic kiss”. To her, my super power is to make it all better. My administration is a sweet kiss on her chubby hands.

I place my lips to her hands. “Does that feel better now?” I ask. “Yes,” comes the whispered answer. And my heart is heavy with love.

A trip to the doctors today has confirmed a bad ear infection. A yellow bottle of antibiotic has been prescribed and my baby should be back to normal very soon.

The kisses will remain though, for as long as she believes.

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   kirwin says:

   April 16, 2009 at 4:31 pm

   Aw. My heart goes out to you on so many levels. If you could take away her pain, and take it on as your own, you’d do it in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you? I know that feeling.

   It’s funny because even as a grown up, even at 36 years old with two children of my own and a loving husband, all I need is big hug from my mom. She doesn’t need to say anything; in fact, sometimes it’s better if she doesn’t say anything. ALL I NEED IS A HUG FROM MY MOM.
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   280 Days says:

   April 16, 2009 at 7:01 pm

   Totally agree, Kirwin. There’s nothing like your own mum.

   Thanks for reading.
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