“Mommy, I have another blister. Can I pop it all by myself?”
Her voice was so hopeful. She knows what to do. She’s watched us pop more blisters than I can keep track of during the two years we’ve had her home with us.
“I don’t know, J. The needles are very sharp. How about when you’re seven?”
I was hesitant. She just turned six, so maybe I could buy myself almost 365 days before having to take this big step. I confess that part of me just wasn’t ready to give this task over to her; I’ve only been her mama for two short years and I want more time to be the primary caretaker of all of her boo-boos.
“Mommy, I promise. I can do it. I promise.”
Giving over control of wound care is significant in her world. It’s a step that says, “I trust you.”
And so, I did.
Ever so carefully, she pulled out the supplies she would need. Sterile gauze, sterile needle, alcohol wipe.
She wiped the blister sites clean to disinfect them.
I had to help her a bit getting the cap off of the needle.
She took it from me with confidence and, while I watched, poked holes in those blisters and drained them.
And when she was finished?
“See Mommy! I can do it!”
I’m so proud of my little butterfly and this big first.
She’s braver than most.
I did take a video of this for her own memories, but I’m not sharing that publicly. I have uploaded a portion of the audio file… her little voice is too precious to not share.