It's a pain like no other.
The deepest cut, the largest bruise, and the most damaging diagnosis can't match this trauma.
It travels directly to the core of your very being.
Seeing your child hurt is by far, the greatest pain of all.
You go through your life as a parent doing everything in your power to protect them from this pain but you know deep down, you will inevitably fail. You try, and you try to protect them from danger, but alas, it is a futile attempt to shield them completely. The point pierces skin eventually.
"If only..."
You mutter those infamous words of regret, thinking you could've prevented the hurt. You swear you saw this coming and if only...if only...you would've done something differently, you could've deflected it with your shelter.
There is no "if only." There is only "what is." And you will eventually see your child hurt in the human world of "what is."
Provide the ethereal human Bactine of listening... hugs...and advice if you can and time will eventually heal.
It is that pang you feel when they feel the pain.
Be there. Really be there. It's the only antidote for them.
And you.
