I came down with something nasty in the night and have been in bed ever since, with the exception of some runs to the bathroom. Thankfully, Mark was able to stay home from work today in order to relieve me of my parental responsibilities. This is one of those bugs that I can’t power through.
I got a quick hello from Miller when he awoke for the day, and, after a marvelous morning with his dad, a quick goodnight before his nap – Mark wanted to keep him distanced from me so as not to spread the sick. But by late this afternoon, Miller insisted on spending time with his momma.
His little feet padded into the room and then stopped. Wondering where he’d gone, I opened my eyes. He was standing at my side, quietly and patiently waiting for me to wake up. With a huge smile and excited voice, he said, “Well hi momma!” Well how about that, I thought. He likes me.
Since I’m a stay at home mom, my son and I spend huge amounts of time together. It’s easy to fall into routines that involve him entertaining himself while I shower, cook, pick up, get us ready to leave the house, etc… Sometimes I worry that he gets bored being with me – Should I socialize him more? Am I engaging him enough? Is it time to send him to school? Does it bother him that he’s playing with his trains for the gazillionth time?
To see his face light up at the (sickly) sight of me this afternoon… To have him sit with me while insisting, “Daddy, I stay with Momma.”… The ibuprofen helped my body aches; he has helped my spirits. As it turns out, he still welcomes and wants my company, even when all I can offer is a smile, a pat on the back, and an episode of Thomas.
What a relief.