Be Well

Dear little daughter, I am sorry you are ill today... sorry I made it about me the moment I realized you where going to loose your breakfast. It didn't ruin my day to stay home with you, it just changed the day. Today is about you getting better.

I keep peeking in on you and sigh with thanks that you are sleeping comfortably long into the day. You managed to keep some food and drink down, and took your medicine like a gem. You amaze me with your ability to smile at me when you are sick. As I tucked you, once again, under the blue patch-work quilt we both exchanged love you's and I felt the shame about being selfish in my reaction this morning slip away. You feel no ill will, just ill tummy and I love you for it. Be well little lady... be well daughter of mine.

MY GIRL --"Mama I think I am sick."
MYSELF -- "Where is your sick honey?"
MY GIRL --"Right here in my belly button."

TTFN