Mommies don’t get sick days

standard March 5, 2009 3 responses

When I woke up this morning I felt nauseous, stuffy, and all around icky. A lifetime ago I would have turned off the alarm, rolled over, and made a mental note to call in sick an hour or so later. This morning I suppressed the urge to puke, got up, and faced the day.

There was a toddler to hug and a preschooler to feed. There was asthma medicine to be dispensed. There was a lunch to be packed and there were children to be dressed. The laundry was calling and the kitchen was a mess. And even though I wanted to pack it all in and beg M just to take the kids to daycare so I could go back to bed, all I could hear was C say to her daddy “I get to paint today! Did you know they have an easel at school daddy? An easel with lots of different colors!”

On May 17, 2005 it stopped being all about me. And yes, I know it’s important for mommies to take care of their needs, blah, blah, blah, but it’s also a fact of life that we have to take care of our families. And if that means sucking it up when we don’t feel very well, or pushing through the day when we haven’t slept, well then so be it.

This morning I sipped lemon ginger tea to settle my stomach while I brushed Little L and C’s hair. I dressed them and popped them into the car. After dropping them off I took up residence in my usual coffee shop and sipped more ginger tea while I waited for preschool to let out. I didn’t feel well. I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to be in bed. I kept a close eye on the clock, counting down the hours until I’d be able to nap, but I was where I had to be and I made the best of the situation by getting some much needed work done.

I finally made it home and after putting out a few work fires I dropped into my bed and closed my eyes. My head was pounding and my stomach was achy, but it felt amazing to finally rest my head on my flannel pillow. I didn’t open my eyes again until I heard a familiar little voice chirp “Where’s mommy? She was supposed to be there on the couch working, but she’s not here. She must be out eating lunch.”

I smiled, dragged myself out of bed, and went to welcome my little family home. I swallowed some ibuprofen and hoped it would take care of my headache. Little children needed to be fed, bathed, and put to bed, and lots of hugs and kisses needed to be dispensed. Mommy was needed again.

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3 responses

  • Feel better soon.

    It’s not children’s job to nursemaid their parents, but it doesn’t hurt to let them see/learn that mommies need to be taken care of sometimes, too. Part of learning how to be compassionate human beings.

    So, ok to suck it up enough to get through the day when you have to– but not so much that the body doesn’t get to heal itself.

    🙂

    Feel better soon.

  • This is so true! It could always be worse though, right? I remember when my kids were little, thinking it was the worst to be sick AND have to take care of sick kiddies at the same time. I hope you feel better soon!

  • Feel better!
    I’m going to send a link to this post of yours to my sister, who’s having some issues with her kids. They’re older, and really being handfulls of trouble, and she’s feeling like she has to make them sink or swim.
    But your words just might resonate with her – might make her remember that despite it all, they’re her kids and they need her, no matter how she feels that day, that hour, that week! And no matter what they’ve done or not done, said or not said…

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