
When I was younger, I never really worried too much about my injuries scarring- I took them as a badge of honor. The scars I do have on my face, I guess I kind of mind, they don't stick out too much to others, but there are scars from two jaw surgeries and the more pronounced scarring is where I had impetigo when I was just my son's age. It's kind of interesting that whether it's myself, my dog or my cat, I don't worry too much about scarring. When it's my 3 1/2 year old, I do. My dog and cat don't care about their scars, no one will judge them by them (although my husband might debate me about the temporary tattoo I once put on my dog, but that's another story).
I guess this just kind of goes along with how while I know life's not perfect and stuff happens, the Mom in me wants to protect my kid from anything I can. My son loves to run when he's on his walks and we just got knee pads and elbow pads from Amazon for the new scooter he's going to be getting for his birthday. For a brief moment, I thought, "maybe he should wear his knee pads and elbow pads when he walks with us because he always seems to trip." Then I realized the ridiculousness of it. I remembered how I can't protect him from everything and he is eventually going to have scars- physical and otherwise. The best thing I can do is teach him to embrace them, to grow from them and try to at least have good stories to go with them.
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