When my sons were small and got hurt, my heart would break when I saw the tears run down their grubby faces leaving stark lines over their cheeks. But I could pick them up, dust them down and kiss their 'eina' better. A plaster, an oxo sandwich and a hug could sort out all kinds of problems....
But now that they are older, its not so easy anymore. I see my son come home, head bowed, shoulders slumped and I know - as only a mother can - that something is wrong. I am certain that his red and watery eyes mean he has been crying - and not a hayfever attack. But he won't let me in. I know that if I question him, he will build the wall around him even higher. And I feel if I don't, he might feel that I don't care.
How do I fix this 'eina' if I don't even know what caused it - do I need a tweezer to pull a splinter out? Or do I need a cream to soothe a grass burn?
I am angry that someone or something has hurt my son, and powerless to do anything about it.
But I'm here, my boy. Even though you don't want to talk about it, just know that I am here and when you feel better, I will know because your special smile will spread over your face again, and the twinkle will be back in your eyes and everything will be allright again.....
I love you!
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