Kiss it and make it all better please, Mom

When kids are little and they are hurt, we can so easily make it all better as they get older the process becomes harder if not impossible. I remember my babies getting there very first immunizations. The shot brought wails and cries, but mommy could quickly nurse them and the world was right. When they were a little older, kisses and Band-Aids could make the world right again. Today, my poor son found out that he has to undergo immunotherapy for an allergy to yellow jackets and white faced hornets. The testing entailed enough shots, but he braved his way through it. Unfortunately, now that the allergy has been confirmed, the poor thing has to undergo a shot a week for twelve weeks and then every two weeks, every three weeks, and so on until we get to six weeks which he will need to continue for 5 years and then, even then, it is not necessarily better, but he just has to be tested again to see how his body reacts. Oh, how I wish I could make it all better.