Ouch!

" I need a band-aid!" is a phrase often heard in my house. Thankfully, my sons, 11 and 12,  are finally starting to outgrow the phase when a band-aid is required for every single scratch that produces a spot of blood that is barely visible.

Being raised in the baby boom era as the youngest of seven children, I was used to the rule that a band-aid is NOT required unless an artery was severed. So I have turned out to be the kind of mother who is usually not  able to locate a band-aid when my kids think one is necessary. It hasn't been a problem since I can usually find a mother with a well equipped purse. The kind of mom who would never dream of leaving the house without a small selection of first aid items easily accessible. The kind who doesn't do it on purpose, but always makes me feel a little inadequate.

Today, in honor of “O” which obviously stands for ouch, I left a brand new box of band-aids on the table outside of a store near my house with a note that read “If you find this, it is yours. You never know when you might need one.” I'm hoping it will be found by a person like myself, who can never readily put her hands one when a spot of blood appears. But it's OK if one of those well prepared moms finds it. I may need to ask her for one in the future.