So Max fell down at school yesterday and has a couple pretty good scrapes to show for it, as well as the accompanying band-aids.
Tonight as we were putting him down for bed, we were trying to get him to take off the band-aids so that the wounds could breath and heal, but he was fighting us with everything he had.
No matter what we said, he would not consider taking them off (Even with the bribe of ice cream afterwards).
It got me thinking about how in our own lives we don’t want things to change or be different because it might hurt or be hard.
No matter how much we know these things might need to happen for our own good we fight with all our might.
In the end sometimes it’s best just to rip off the band-aid and move on with life, especially if ice cream is involved.
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