Tate: Mom, do you know where the throw-up is coming from? It is coming from my BONES."
Oh Pip, I believe you.
I am pretty sure we have a case of Rotavirus on our hands. Ellerie was, thankfully, vaccinated for this; so in spite of a week long version of the runs, she was saved from the violence at the other end. But my sweet Tate always seems to have the hardest time. So, while what I really WANT to be doing is taking care of this:
(You can barely walk around in this room. I may never craft again at this rate), I am trying to take care of my sickly little man and doing enough laundry (again) to keep my local water authority in business for the near future. I know he needs someone nearby though and like I said before, sick kids are usually good kids. Oddly enough, watching them so vulnerable reminds me just how incredibly much I love them and how much they really do still need me. I think that is what I will take away as my Mama's Day gift: they really do need me and I, them.
It really is a special sort of bond because, trust me when I say this, ONLY A MOTHER would have cleaned up what I had to clean up in the middle of the night last night.
BLECH.
Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to you all! May it be a time to treasure and sickness free! ;-)
3 comments:
oh my. you have me nearly in tears (seems to be happening a lot this week!) both from sympathy and from agreement on vulnerability being such a reminder of mamma love. oh, i hope you all, especially tate, feel better soon! (and as for the room, ignore it. if it makes you feel better, i am envious that you have a whole room to yourself!)
nicola
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Elissa, I'm so sorry to hear about the sickness in your home! Feel better soon and happy mother's day! xoxo
Hope your little buddy feels better soon. If I lived closer, I'd come over and organize that craft room for you for mothers day. Hope it is a great one.
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