I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face Friday morning. I don’t know why exactly, I guess I just woke up on the right side of the bed. The sun was shining, but the crisp, cool air screamed fall. I took the kiddos to daycare for a few hours, guilt-free, so I could work out and spend some time at Starbucks writing. In the past I never would have considered doing something like this, but as I progress in motherhood I see the value in a busy mom enjoying some “me time” every now and then. Good for mom and good for the kids.
At noon I picked up the kiddos feeling refreshed and oh-so-excited to spend the rest of the day together. After rest time, we headed to the park. I swear, the sun brought out every kid and parent in our neighborhood. The park was the place to be. Leila immediately ran to the swings while Landon strangely lingered close to me. What’s his deal? Normally the kid can’t get away from me fast enough.
The whole time we were at the park Landon wouldn’t move. He just stood there with a blank stare. I felt his head and he didn’t feel warm. After an hour or so, we headed home. I put on a movie for the kids and Landon proceeded to vomit all over. Okay, at least now I know what’s wrong with him. After that, the fever came on strong and he crashed right on our living room floor.
Puke is never fun to deal with and it is even less fun when it comes from a toddler who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. So, so sad. Talk about perspective. As soon as you have a sick kid on your hands, ever other priority in the world goes straight out the window. Nothing else matters. I would have given anything to switch places with him. I honestly don’t know how parents of terminally ill kids get through. But I do understand the strength that miraculously grows out of your heart when your child is sick.
I’m happy to report that he’s doing much better. And I am so grateful that he got sick this weekend and not next, the weekend of his 2nd birthday. Hopefully it’s out of his system for a while now. Love my little man so much.