Aidan has a little scratch on his nose. We keep our legos in a wicker picnic basket (courtesy of Auntie G-ma) and Aidan was digging deep for a specific lego piece and scratched his little nose on the edge of the basket. One night while getting ready for bed, I offered to put some ointment on it to help it heal, but he said, "No Mom, it makes me look tough!" Then he smiled as he examined his relection in the mirror.
One thing you are sure to get from kids is a different perspective. Here I was, worried about healing and scarring, and he was feeling pretty good about his newly acquired injury. Taking pride in his battle scars, even if the battle was with a picnic basket. I too have a scar on my nose, a bump that appeared when I was a teenager - perhaps the remnant of a battle with adolescent acne, though I don't know for sure how I acquired the bump. Avery noticed it for the very first time the other day. I was so surprised that she hadn't noticed before.
The truth is, we are all flawed. Scratches, bumps, stretch marks, birth marks. From the second we are born, we are like blank canvases waiting to be filled with tell-tale signs of injuries, accidents, natural disasters. My son made me see these blemishes not as flaws, but as marks of beauty, worthy of pride and admiration. They make us different, they tell a story, they are landmarks on our personal maps. Some go away, some are here to stay. Whether Aidan's scratch heals without a trace or leaves a scar, we are enjoying it while it lasts.
I have been experimenting with my new camera. I am not a big fan of flash photography, but sometimes it is a necessary evil. While I prefer the first picture of Aidan, taken without the flash, I was surprised by how well the picture taken with the flash captured the color of his eyes (though not of his skin tone). His eyes are truly hazel. And a little bloodshot. Any tips about flash photography out there? I'd love to hear from you.