The Best Medicine
I spent today spiking fevers, shivvering with chills, and basically getting to know our bathroom really, really well. I wanted to drag myself in to work but after dragging myself out to drop my youngest two at preschool, the thought of a 40-mile commute made me want to cry. So I stayed home.
My husband picks the little ones up from school, and so I made sure I was dressed and downstairs when they arrived. And the first thing my 3-year-old did was drop her stuff and put her arms around me very, very gently. "Oh, Mama! Are you not feeling well? Daddy said you are sick. Do you have a fever? Oh, Mama, I will cuddle you and rub your back and make you feel better..."
Sometimes, 3-year-olds are the best medicine.