I absolutely hate it when my kids are sick! Right now my youngest has that typical malady of childhood, an unexplained fever. He is coughing a bit which always keeps me on the alert, as he has virally triggered asthma and I worry.
But what I find the hardest is their pathetic little faces when they are fevered and feeling poorly. In a world where mommy’s kiss can cure a skinned knee, a hurt feeling or a case of the blues, why can’t we make this go away? So, even though my logical science minded side tells me that the fever is natural and is his body’s way of fighting off infection my maternal instincts go on full alert. I become a mother bear ready to fight intruders at every step!
While my mind is racing ahead with worry, I feed him children’s acetaminophen to bring his fever down. Skipping lunch I hold his hand and stroke his back while he is sick, cleaning his face and hugging him close after it subsides. Foregoing that second cup of coffee I position myself on the bathroom floor while he has the tenth lukewarm bath of the day. Nothing does my heart better than to watch the weak and weary little boy turn back to himself as the water returns his temperature to normal.
It is days like these that make me thank my lucky stars that I work from home. And so, I wish you all a wonderful week. Right now there is a little boy waiting for me to come and watch Blue’s Clues with him.