My Little One is sick. A cold, making her stuffy, sore throat probably from her nose draining, and she feels worn out. This is a peppy teenager, very energetic, so when she just wants to lay on the couch with a blanket you know she feels lousy.
Of course she wouldn’t stay home from school yesterday, and today she has basketball games to cheer. I’m giving her Dayquil, which is about all I can do from work with her at school. She also doesn’t want to miss math class. I give her points for not wanting to miss class or cheering the games.
After she went to bed last night she texted me (I was downstairs) and asked me to come up to her room, which I did. She wanted to be hugged, and she wanted me to lay on the bed next to her for a few minutes. This is a rarity, so I gladly hugged and kept her company. I was actually a bit sad when she told me goodnight and gave me a kiss on the check, to let me know I could leave the room.
Both of the girls loved to cuddle when they were little, but of course grew out of it as they got older. I’m only called Mommy now when they are sick, need help, or need money. I understand, and actually I’d probably feel weird if they called me Mommy at a school event because that isn’t who they are.
So, even though I dislike Little One is sick, I admit it is nice to be needed, and for her to want hugs, and to want Mommy to take care of her. By the end of the week she’ll be fine, and bouncing off the walls, and ready to go conquer the world. And for me to drive her around to conquer the world!