I am such a great mom that during the summer, I sleep in until 11am, never seeing my children off to work.
Um, yeah. I’m being a little sarcastic.
Seriously though, I am sleeping in late, and I really am not kissing my children goodbye when they leave in the mornings.
However, my mothering skills are now going into overdrive.
Why?
Well, you see, this morning I was happily snoozing my life away. I had, I guess, left my cell phone turned on, but it was in the kitchen.
Still, I managed to hear when it rang…at 10:55am.
The ringtone was the one I use to let me know that Chicky is calling.
“Mama. I’m sick. I’ve got a really bad sore throat, my head hurts really bad, and I hurt every time I move. I’m coming home. I think I caught something from one of the kids at preschool.”
My heart fell.
My 19 year old baby was sick…or make that “is” sick.
When she walked in the door, she looked bad.
She looked worse after she crawled into bed.
Her face was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes.
She couldn’t move either.
As I looked for the doctor’s number, I realized that this is the first time she’s not going to visit the pediatrician.
Sigh.
I found the number for a doctor-friend of the family’s. His son played soccer with Rooster way back when.
I begged the office to fit her in. I even threw in the fact that I knew the doctor personally. Hey, it’s all in who you know, what can I say.
She has an appointment in 45 minutes.
When I walked back into her room to tell her (this was several hours ago), I explained that I would be running out of the house for a bit.
She didn’t know this, but I had a play date with a friend. My friend is watching her friend’s boutique, and she wanted me to come play dress up with some of the clothes that are for sale. Not that I can afford the clothes, mind you, but they are small in size and, we felt, would look great on me. I had agreed to be her Barbie doll for the day.
As I told Chicky I would be leaving, I took another look at her.
She seemed to have shrunken further into her bed.
I realized that I could not leave her.
I called my friend and told her that I couldn’t play today. We’ll just have to play tomorrow.
My baby needs me.
When I asked Chicky if she wanted me to drive her to the doctor, she weakly nodded her head “yes.”
:::Sniff:::
I do not do well emotionally when my children are sick. In fact, I have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this.
I hate to see my children suffer.
I want to run to CVS and get them ten different medications to make everything stop hurting.
My poor baby.
And so my mothering skills have gone into overdrive. Although it’s nice to be needed, I’d much rather be needed for such decisions as “does this dress look good on me” or something like that.
Please say a little prayer for Chicky and for all of those who are catching summer bugs. My nephews have also come down with something this week (they live a couple of hours away), so something is definitely in the air.
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