Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Memories, Mothering, Mothers and Sons, Parenting, Time | Posted on 17-02-2014
Tags: children, mothering, sick day, time together, togetherness
The other day my eight-year-old son woke up sick. His face was gray. He gave me that pouty look and said, “I’m not up for school today.”
We went through the symptoms. Fever? Achey? Sore throat? Stomach ache? Do you feel like you’re going to throw up? Not any of those. But he just didn’t seem himself. So back to bed he went.
He woke up at 11:00 a.m. looking rested and chipper. And wanting soup. Looking through the cabinets and the pantry. No soup. Nary a can. How about some nachos instead? I piled tortilla chips on a plate, grated cheese, and 30 seconds later in the microwave, bam! Nachos. And chocolate milk. Happiness!
That afternoon, we played four rounds of Juego de Loteria (Mexican bingo). His favorite card? La Sirena (the mermaid). She is topless.
Harry Belafonte and Pitbull in the background, and whaddya know, there was dancing. Apparently, my son was magically better!
He told me days afterward that he wasn’t really sick. That he just wanted to spend the day with me. Aw! Heck, everyone needs a “sick” day once in awhile.