A Mom's Kisses

Once upon a time, these kisses were magical. They healed scraped knees and bruised hearts. Now, these same kisses are avoided like medicines and vegetables.

It's past bedtime and the whole house was quiet. The little girl was fast asleep with the blankets bundled up at her feet and her hand holding fast to the corner of her pillow case. I push the hair away from her face, and give her a soft goodnight kiss. This is the only time that I get to kiss her without any resistance. They say that only sons hated kisses, but nowadays even daughters are ashamed to be seen kissed by their mothers.

Once upon a time, my kisses were magical. They healed scraped knees and bruised hearts. They could also lessen the pain of a cut finger and lighten up a dampened spirit. Recently, though, these kisses are avoided like a virus. No show of public affection in front of school mates, kisses were wiped as soon as they landed on the cheeks. Kisses are now yucky and only to be taken out in case of bleeding.

Kids, oh, how fast they grow and how you would always ashamed them. But isn't a mom the one person who can give you a kiss now and then without asking for permission first?