Laughing

When mourning the loss of a child, laughing is the last thing you feel like doing.  But just as in the SATC movie, you will laugh when something is really funny.  First let me say that what I laughed about yesterday is funny to me, so please don't take this personally or that I take my grief and the grief of others lightly.  Secondly, I don't really give a beep what you think about my grief because it was something really funny and I had to laugh.  My son is in VBS at our church this week and when I went to pick him up yesterday he was in tears as a friend and wife of a pastor there was trying to console him.  He'd fallen earlier that day and had bandaids covering most of his battle scars.  Minor scrapes, but upsetting to him nonetheless.  Anywho, at some point during vbs he'd fallen again and one of the bandaids had attempted to detach itself.  Why was he upset?  Not about falling, but about the bandaid coming off.  He absolutely hates bandaids!  Doesn't want them on but once they are he doesn't want them off.  Go figure.  So I have to chuckle, all the while holding it in as best I can.  (Don't want the lil guy to know I'm laughing at what to him is a major predicament.)  So we get home, I clean the grass and dirt off the scrapes and get some more neosporin on them.  He's done pretty good today but still walks a lil funny just because he knows they're there.  My poor kid gets so upset by a bandaid.  ROFL.  I love him so much.