Kiss The Boo Boos

“You’ll probably stick with erroneous ideas if they’re all you have.” –Lee G. Bolman

Life is a stream so rich in currents and under currents, light, beautiful little fish and surprises that the occasional mud should not be intolerable. Yet, for some of us it is.

Growing up I would say I am tired, or this hurts, or I am scared and my mother would say, everybody feels that way, get over it. It made us strong, or so she thought and so did we, but it is the old story of the elephant in the room. No matter how hard I try to pretend it is not there, it seems like it is.

I am beginning to suspect ignoring it just made us unaware. Elephants take up a lot of room. Try ignoring them for too long and it can be exhausting. Not to mention, that the occasional elephant really is there and really will eventually stand up and even if I don't believe in it, that disbelief does not protect me from being seriously stomped on. Rather than ignoring the elephants, I am choosing to kiss all the boo boos they cause, no matter whether I believe in them, or not.

What starts out as a little boo boo can grow into major disruptive dis eases. That grain of sand everyone said would turn into a pearl, sometimes just causes so much irritation that cancer, or aneurysms, or all sorts of other bad things emerge. If kissing the boo boo when it first showed up prevented that, wouldn't it be a small price to pay? Human nature seems to have a perverse side that says, if I suffered, you should too. What was good for me will be good for you.

Don't believe it. Find the real love, even if it is desperately trying to grow out of some old messed up love seeds and allow yourself to reach out and kiss the boo boos. Somehow it just makes the mud easier to slog through.