Band Aids Make Everything Better
As a toddler, my son wouldnâ€™t have anything to do with band aids, even if he was seriously, outrageously bleeding. He would freak out if we dared to apply a one to his poor, damaged skin.
Now, heâ€™s kind of obsessed with band aids. At least once a day I find him in the bathroom bandaging some imaginary wound: tiny hangnails, minuscule scrapes, the smallest bumps and bruises.
What Iâ€™ve discovered is â€śowiesâ€ť are one of my childâ€™s greatest fears, and that the pain and terror an owie inflicts is diminished the very instant a band aid is applied. He frequently reports on the injuries other kids encounter at school. He verifies that a head bonk or a banged knee is a minor incident by uttering the phrase, â€śItâ€™s ok, I donâ€™t need a band aid.â€ť
When he is in the bandaging mood, I try to bite my lip and indulge himâ€”heâ€™s just 5, after allâ€”but sometimes I do attempt to persuade him against covering the most inoffensive of wounds. When Iâ€™m a really annoyed grown-up I threaten to stop buying them. He usually just looks at me unconcerned and continues what heâ€™s doing. After all, the band aid is more empathetic than I am to the alleged owie. Sigh. I must remember that this is a phase.
And possibly one that is almost overâ€¦ or not. Yesterday morning my husband pointed out a small scrape on my sonâ€™s elbow that had gone sans bandage. A tiny scab was already formed and any pain had gone unnoticed by my little guy. He examined it carefully but didnâ€™t take any action, which was surprising. Donâ€™t think for a second he forgot about it, though. Driving home from a playdate last night, he very seriously broached the subject of getting a band aid for, what else?, the owie on his elbow.
Is your little one obsessed with band aids? Or does he want nothing to do with them?
Katie Quirk is a mom of two, a boy and a girl. She lives and writes in Seattle, WA.