(I started writing something that was a little more in tune with current events and death and retribution and all that, but I threw that away and wrote this instead.)
Today I am wearing a green band-aid. Not a green that is trying to hide, but an electric green, bright and loud. It’s a pretty green and it is nice to look at. It’s a fun band-aid.
I’m not wearing it because I necessarily wanted to add a bit of merriment to the gaping wound on my hand. I’m wearing a green band-aid today because that is what we have (well, that and some nice balloon ones and a few left over that have fishies on them, but the green one was the first one I grabbed). I’m wearing a green band-aid today because I have kids and kids like all sorts of adhesive adornment and band-aids fit the bill nicely.
If I didn’t have kids I probably would be wearing one of those regular band-aids or possibly a clear one that would allow the fact that I busted my hand open to go unnoticed. Without kids I would probably only own plain band-aids. I would probably have a job and some ties and a nice haircut, a fresh shave and an easily camouflaged clumsy streak. It would probably be a nice life, but as I look down at my hand I realize that I might have been missing something.
I have often been guilty of taking things way too seriously. I have stared into history and watched it’s reflection on the present and mired myself in frustrations about the way things are and the way they should be. I have spit venom at what I have seen as wrong. I have shouted at the heavens about what I believe is right. I have snarled and hissed and dug in. And it has all amounted to nothing.
Then I had kids. My daughters. They have taught me so many things like softness and patience. They have taught me how to see things from their perspective, unjaded and open. They taught me that love is all that matters. I may still hold onto my ideas passionately and feel deeply the woes of the world, but tea parties in tiny chairs conquer hostility every time. It is impossible to see the world in the same way through pink sunglasses with fairies on them.
The world is what it is. We will be wounded sometimes. There is nothing we can do about that. What we do have a choice in is how we deal with those wounds. Today I cut myself and, with my daughters’ help, I put on a bright green band aid. Suddenly, my hand just didn’t seem that serious anymore. I got two little kisses and we went back to play. That made it all feel better.