I need to give a quick shout out to the flu. Despite runny noses, colds, fevers—I have had a dose of cuddling and loving this week, I no longer receive on a regular day. My 4 year old has drenched me in fever laden hours of hugs and “Mommy, don’t leave me.” My 7 year old has run about, asking what he can do to help. He has been peaceful, calm and really quite hysterically funny. He has gotten me water, made me a place to cuddle on the couch, fetched the heating pad and fed me one afternoon. I am beyond surprised and overwhelmed. My husband has
run about helping with dinner and cleaning up so I can cuddle with my babies. And after dinner, I went for a walk with my 7 year old tonight. Both boys have been drenched in special time alone, and they are both so beautifully, peacefully still. I have been overwhelmed at the way our nucleus has pulled together,everyone going above and beyond. And I am having trouble recognizing us. What happened to the circus top, the clowns, the craziness? So for all the negatives of being sick, I really feel like taking some of that energy away from this road show has made us into that little pipe dream we often imagine when we watch Christmas movies and shed a little tear. I am writing it down-so next week when my children are bouncing off the walls or conjugating the verb “butt” for the twelfth time, I will remember this actually happened. Welcome, you beautiful, wonderful, fabulous flu!