It’s been a very long week. My two-year old son has been sick. It started with a 103+ degree fever that left him lethargic, turned into an upper respiratory cold and ear infection that made him hyper-emotional and all-around uncomfortable in his body. The primary thing that settled him all week was laying cuddled in bed with his neck propped at just the right angle in the crook of my elbow. Of course there were plenty of times where I was jumping up and down trying to find the right remedy to calm the coughing or to appease his endless requests for juice, something to eat, a different kind of juice, something else to eat (because of course nothing tasted good), etc. etc. I’m sure all parents know the kind of week that I am talking about. Exhausting and heartbreaking.
A couple of nights ago, at the end of the day, as I we laid down in his bed together – with my arms around him and his body at just the right degree of uprightness to stop the coughing so he could fall asleep – I let the extreme tiredness begin to creep into my body too. However, my mind wouldn’t stop running around in circles with different things that I could possibly try tonight, or tomorrow, that would help him to feel better and get through it all the faster. I was totally stuck in my mind and that “doing” mode that it’s so easy to get caught in. Read More