For a child, pain is a fleeting emotion. Sadness comes and goes almost instantaneously, as long as there is a kiss, the promise of ice cream or, in my daughter's case, a song. If only we adults could let go of despair and hurt feelings so easily.
The pouty lip making an appearance.
So, Momma starts to sing...maybe a little Sugarland, or a showtune.
And she sings along..."It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. It'll be alright again."