I’ll never forget my first bee sting. I was about four years old, and it was also probably the first natural remedy I remember receiving. (Except for prune juice, but we’ll have to cover that lovely story another day.) My mother applied the remedy and some kisses, and all the pain went away.
Shortly afterwards, I was playing in the yard with my mom when she stepped on a yellow jacket and got stung in the arch of her foot. Oh, did it hurt! It had stung her right in the location of an old injury, and she’s always been very sensitive in that spot, and she couldn’t help but to start crying. While she was sitting outside trying to pull the stubborn bee which had lodged itself in her foot, I ran into the kitchen, remembering her remedy. I climbed up on the counter with the help of a kitchen chair and got the baking soda, which I mixed with a little water to form a paste. I took it to her, applied it to her foot, and tried to heal her with kisses and hugs. The bee sting went away, but for some reason she cried harder.
Maybe that’s part of the reason I love natural remedies. There’s something more personal to them, and I find over and over everyone has their own little story, remembering mom or grandma preparing something special and mixing it with kisses and hugs to relieve the pain.