Heal

One of my core childhood memories was when I was four years old and I jumped out of our backyard swing. The swing came back and hit me, gashing my nose. Blood everywhere, I screamed and cried until my mom came out to help me. We ended up at the doctor, where they had to strap me down in a papoose to give me stitches. I remember feeling so scared, but so comforted by my mom’s calming presence.