I’m a mom. I love my kids more than words can express. They frustrate me on a daily basis, but they give me reasons to smile, laugh, and live even more. They are the best sides of us; and make the worst of us not seem so bad.
When they are sick, I want nothing more to make them better. I love spending precious sick days one-on-one with my child, giving him or her my undivided attention. There’s no one or nothing to distract me from their needs. I hug them, love them, and will do anything for them. Sick days are full of ginger ale with straws, soup made just for them, favorite books reread together. Even the big one will cuddle under a blanket. I cherish these days, more than I will let my kids know: we can’t encourage them to miss school, after all.
I’m also a working mom. I work more by necessity than by choice, but I know my job keeps me sane. I love my job, most days. I love working with teachers, feeling energized by their ideas. Working gives me purpose, a reason to get out of bed, other than to get to my kids out of the door. Deep down, I know work has saved me during times of peril. It’s important to me, and to my family, since my job helps give us the life we have.
This morning, my son showed signs of illness. He was whiney and couldn’t eat. Dinner was the same: food shoved around on the plate instead of ingested. There is no fever, but he’d rather lay on the couch than play, or run, or anything at all. The signs are there that will either go away or develop into illness. This is a terrible time of year for me to be out. I’m busy, and running, and just not prepared for a day or two at home. Nothing ruins a special sick day, like guilt of not being at work.
So, this week, I’m asking/begging the illness to disappear. Please, please, please, please, illness go away. Leave my son alone. Give us health. Give us school. Give us work.
I will ALWAYS choose my child over work. Always. But it’s always nice NOT to have to choose or let anyone down. So this week, I’m praying for health, for the choices to be easy. Deep down, I’m afraid I won’t get my way, but it’s always nice to ask.