Today, I am grateful that I felt good enough to leave the house.
I at least felt like taking my oldest son to his Monday afternoon classes would be easier than staying home with my younger two.
I love all my children but I have been ill for the past week. Some sort of respiratory, crazy coughing, feeling yucky, low-grade fever things.
It is much easier being a parent of a 14-year-old when I am sick. My toddler has brought entertainment to me over the past week, visiting me in my room and bringing a smile with all of his cuteness. Yet, there is a point when his presence changes from a “cute visitor” to someone who I need to keep an eye on or who is getting into something and I don’t have the energy to distract or engage him.
My 9-year-old daughter has found a new love with poetry and it has been a joy to hear the things she has been writing. Being sick sure slows you down and simplifies things. I like that aspect of being sick, or at least I embrace that aspect.
After the challenges of the past week, I can now be grateful for:
- sleeping through the night
- my health
- waking up from sleep just to go to the bathroom or get a drink
- taking care of sick children
- waking up in the morning to start my day
- waking up at night to help a scared or hurting child
- making breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen
- playing with my children
- going outside even on a cold day
- laying on my back and being comfortable
- laying in bed, unable to sleep, yet feeling good
- taking care of myself
- eating healthy
- living my life
- Did I mention breathing without coughing?