(Noa, when speaking about the importance of getting vaccines even though the needles hurt)
“What’s chicken pox mommy? ”
“Well, it’s a virus that makes you sick. Red itchy dots appear all over your body and kids are more likely to get it than adults which is why you should get the vaccine.”
“Like, all over… ALL OVER?” she raised a concerned eyebrow, “Even on your privates?”
“Yup, and your face and your hands. I wish they had vaccines for it when I was little. It can get quite uncomfortable and if your scratch the sores, you get scars like the one I have on my forehead.”
She looked closely, “Oh, that’s what that hole is.”
“It is not a hole, thank you very much. It’s a constant reminder of many days at home bored and covered in calamine lotion -that’s a lotion for the itchiness. One day I was playing cards and lost at Go Fish. It was a dumb mistake. I slapped my forehead and felt a pop.”
She caressed my forehead gently and tilted her head in empathy “How old were you when you got the chicken dots?” she asked.
“I was twelve,” suddenly I was flooded with the same adolescent drama of this unfairness, ” I got teased so badly. Some kids called it a Paki-Dot, which is very rude and inaccurate so never say that. I hated it.”
“So for only twelve years you didn’t have it?”
“That’ s right’ ”
“Think of all the years it’s been with you. It went everywhere with you.”
“You’re right honey, it’s not really a big deal. I don’t really mind any more,”
I paused, wondering at the depth this was taking.
“But you gotta love it too mommy. It’s so cute. You had it for so long, it’s kinda like a friend.”
“I guess it is. It gives me a story to tell and it’s what makes my face look like me now.”
“That’s how I’ll always know it’s you.” she assured while lightly hovering over the scar with her index finger.
“Ok mommy, you can let the doctor pinch me with the needle”.♥