In the eyes of a 6-year-old, a Band-Aid will fix anything. Scrape your knee? You need a Band-Aid. Bump your elbow, and it’s not so funny? A Band-Aid will soon get you laughing again. Whack yourself on the head with your not-so-trusty stick horse? A Band-Aid can make you and Flicka friends again.
As a parent, I am of the mind that if it is not broken or bleeding, I don’t need to be bothered with it. And it certainly does not need medical attention. Yet, my daughter has become dependent on the Band-Aid. Any bump, bruise, or scrape (even if I can’t see it) needs a Band-Aid.
I tried to cure her of this dependence by throwing out all the bandages that featured cartoon characters. I foolishly thought that Scooby-Do and the Disney Princesses were responsible for her addiction. My thinking was to take away the glamour so that she wouldn’t want it anymore. As an intelligent woman, I know that addiction does not work this way. As a mother, I’m sometimes not an intelligent woman.
So we no longer have colorful Band-Aids in the house. They’re the plain brown kind I grew up with. However, the reasons my sweet child needs a Band-Aid are not devoid of color.
“I have a mosquito bite, and it itches, and I need a Band-Aid so I won’t itch it.” (I don’t see the so-called bite.)
“I hurt my toe on the floor, and I need a Band-Aid so it doesn’t hurt when I walk.” (How did you hurt your toe on the floor?)
“My baby bumped her head, and she needs a Band-Aid so she won’t cry.” (I draw the line at putting Band-Aids on a plastic doll.)
I know Band-Aids offer some measure of comfort in her little world. So I usually give my speech about her not actually needing a Band-Aid and then give it to her anyway. If it stops the tears, it’s a small sacrifice to make.
My girl is away this week to visit her grandparents. When I called to check on her, the first words out of her mouth were, “I fell and had to get four Band-Aids.”
I confirmed with my mother that there was, in fact, blood involved. Thus, there was the need for at least one Band-Aid. I suspect there may have been a couple that served simply to comfort an injured girl away from home.
But if four Band-Aids are what she needed to get her up and having a good time again, I will hold my tongue. I know that soon enough we will have problems that can’t be fixed with a whole box of Band-Aids.