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You see that picture above? I remember it like it was yesterday. Well, wasn’t it just yesterday? Wasn’t she that small just this morning?

I feel like I’ve about talked my life before blogging a million times, but indulge me for a moment; I used to be a nanny. For 12 lovely years {well mostly, except for a few nightmare moments} I looked after other people’s children. The last 10 years or so were my favourite. I worked for two amazing families and I just loved those kids, and still do.

I was a good nanny. There is no official score for nannying, no one tells you if you’re good or not… but I’m telling you I was. Kids just wanted to be loved, and I loved those little people like they were my own. I wondered back then if it was the same love that you have for your own little people, and now that I have one {and another on the way} it was very similar. It’s fierce and protective, and all encompassing.

Back to the part where I was a good nanny. I like when we talk about that. I wanted the kids to be robust, filled-with-life little people. I remember one day in particular when the littlest, a super sweet little girl with white blonde hair that fell into little ringlets {much like Lacey really!}, had just started walking months before. Each day we’d traipse down to the school to pick up the kids. And as she’d just mastered the walking thing, she decided that she wanted some down time on the ground to show off her ‘mad walking skillz’.

And then she fell. It was quite a spill. And in front of all the school mums. “Come on bubba, let’s get up,” I said, knowing that I didn’t want to smother her and create more drama. She got up, and kept walking. Her little knees were grazed, but she didn’t mind. Brave little girl. And I give myself for being pretty darn cool, calm and collected too. Bravo Chantelle.

Months later, as she mastered the walking thing and practically ran everywhere, she took another spill. This time it was a little bit nastier. My attempts at not freaking out and keeping her calm weren’t going to work. One of the school mums came over and offered help. We oohed and aahed over the nasty graze and then the mum opened up her handbag. Inside was everything one could need for such catastrophes. Clearly, I was an amateur. I had nothing. Not even a clean tissue. Snacks, yes… but nothing of great importance otherwise. Inside her bag was a little kit of goodies including rescue remedy for keeping them calm and an array on Band-Aids in all shapes and sizes. I passed on the rescue remedy for the toddler and said a big yes to the band-aid. Once the Band-Aid was applied {as well as a hug}, the crying stopped and up she got and ran on. Brave little girl.

And I remember the time I gave Lacey her first ever Band-Aid. Heck, it was such a big moment I took a photo of it to remember forever. She’d taken a spill outside, and having learnt from my nanny days… I knew that a little Band-Aid and a hug fixes everything.

While I was the cool, calm and collected nanny, for the most part, I’m quite the opposite as a mum. I hover a lot, worrying that she’ll fall or break, or something bad will happen. I’ve had to learn to let go, little by little. We live in the country now, where all Lacey wants to do is explore and play, and explore some more. I’m used to being around her every little step of the way. Hubby, while not as ‘helicopter parent’ as me, has had to do the same. “I have to stop freaking out about her,” he said to me the other day, “I have to let her go sometimes and know that she’ll be OK.” It’s so comforting to have someone vocalise what you’re feeling inside.

And we have tried to let go, but it might just be the hardest thing a parent can do. She wanted to go to the park across the road by herself. It’s a big girl thing to do. So we let her, and we watched on from the house. She happily pushed her imaginary friends on the swings, when suddenly the swing flinged back hitting her on the face, leaving a nasty gash. Inside I freaked out, majorly… and then I gave her a big hug, and a Band-Aid… and all was OK in the world again.

Recently Band-Aid released their new Quilt-Aid Band-Aid. The new Quilt-Aid technology draws fluid away from the wound and prevents sticking. So while the bandage sticks to your skin, it won’t stick to the wound, that means no screaming kids when it comes time to remove the Band-Aid strip. Band-Aid help heal cuts twice as fast as uncovered cuts, so kids {and adults too} can get back to what they love doing best.

Always read the label. Use only as directed.

  • Erin Drummond

    I don’t have bubbas yet but I once said to my sister-in-law, whilst my niece and nephews bounced on the trampoline outside, “I just feel like I would want to stand next to the trampoline to make sure they don’t fall off”. I can imagine it would be really hard to let them go off into the world and grow up.

    By the way, that picture of Lacey has to be one of the cutest thing’s i’ve ever seen! So adorable 🙂

    • That’s what it feels like, that you just want to hover over them and make sure that they’re always safe. And sometimes it that one moment that you let go that they hurt themselves and … oh the guilt!

  • Therese

    I have found an “Am-baid” (DD’s name for them) fixes pretty much any cut, graze or scrape. Aren’t they amazing little things.. the bandaids, as well as the kids.

  • we have to use Sensitive Skin Band Aids in our Motorhome because our boys skin can’t handle normal band-aids…and letting go part? I am just about to go through all of that with our second boy {who is in the process of joining the navy} and its not easy but its a journey he wants to take, and being the second son its far easier than when our first son joined!!!
    And yep hugs work well 🙂