Being mom is a hard job when you're sick, not to mention when the kids are sick too. Everyone is in a bad mood and the mounds of tissues just seem to pile up in each room. I found myself wishing I had someone to take care of me today. I had put the kids in the stroller to go for a walk hoping that the warm, humid Miami air would help clean out all our sinuses. It did help a bit, but by the time I got home I felt like I had been hit by a freight train. Those kids weigh a lot and so does our stroller. Also, Miami is stupid and they do not have their sidewalks go all the way to the end of the street. So each time you cross a street you have to push the stroller across grass and tree roots.
It's amazing to me how much you need family or friends around you. Even a simple phone call or stopping by the house can easily perk up your day. I remember when I was sick with a terrible case of the flu a few years ago my friend Liz brought me some strawberry cake. It was the most fantastic thing I had ever eaten and made my day of misery much brighter.
When I had lithotripsy done for like the millionth time my friend Jonathan came by my house with food and warm wishes, it makes peeing blood a much nicer experience when you feel loved.
While walking today, I wanted my mommy. I wanted someone to wipe my nose, rub my back and stroke my hair as I was going down for a nap. I made chicken soup for the kids but would have preferred my mom to make it for me instead. I suppose that feeling never goes away and I hope my kids feel the same when they get older. Yet still, I did fine amazing peace today as I laid on the couch with my daughter. She was laying on my chest, unable to nap through snorts and snot, enjoying her hair being stroked and her back getting rubbed. Comforting my sick baby, that's why I love being a mom.
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