David missed school most of this week due to sore throat, body aches and a low grade fever. With the swine flu scare, we kept him home and visited the doctor. All is well, I’m happy to say and we are not one of those pandemic statistics.
Isn’t that part of a mom’s repertoire? Playing nurse/doctor, among other things. When a child is sick, the whole family slows down, the schedule is interrupted and your writing is… yeah right!
Feeling relieved that everyone is happy and healthy again, I was also overwhelmed with everything I didn’t get done this week.
I was emptying the ream of papers David brought home after being out for days and found with his poetry instruction packet (from April’s Poetry Month) a little handmade booklet. Crayon drawn images, stapled with David’s own poetry written inside and on the front flap was “This book is dedicated to: my mom because she inspires me to write.”
He’s 10. Enough said.
Happy Mother’s Day to all! Enjoy your children, the smiles they bring you, the memories which fill you and the inner glow and warmth from being called “Mom”