Today my little one was home sick from school. She came into my bedroom in the middle of the night and felt warm. I took her temperature and she did in deed have a slight fever. When she woke up this morning, her fever was still there. I called her school and let them know she would be staying home with me.
We got up and had breakfast like usual. Her appetite was exactly the same as always. She watched a little Disney Junior and I thought of all the errands I had planned to run while she was at school. Suddenly, as if she remembered we should be doing something else, she looked at me and asked me if we were leaving soon. I told her I called the school to let them know she had a fever and would not be going today. She was acting completely normal, so I began to wonder if I should’ve sent her.
“So I get to stay home with you?” she asked. I nodded. A big smile spread across her face.
Can we watch movies and cuddle?
Will you tuck me in on the couch?
Can we color pictures together?
Will you paint my nails pink?
The thoughts of my errands and wondering if I should’ve sent her to school faded. I had forgotten that I used to spend every morning with this little girl and now we only spend one morning during the weekdays together because she’s in school. Next year, all of our mornings will be rushed with a quick breakfast and catching the bus. And it will continue that way until she leaves my home forever. We spend many days rushing from activity to activity, that a whole day home together isn’t common. I recalled my own youth and having sick days home with my mother. She would bring me soup and toast on a small metal tray (she broke out this same tray out while I a pregnant and not feeling well!!) while I watched cartoons. Despite feeling crummy, I remember loving those moments when it was only my mom and I in our home alone. It always felt special. A special moment just between us. I don’t know if she felt the same way, but I certainly did.
By the afternoon, my daughter’s fever was completely gone and she was singing and dancing to her favorite songs. I didn’t get much done, but we did everything she asked to do on her sick day. Before I cooked dinner, we cuddled on the couch underneath her pink blanket and watched Mulan. Well, she watched Mulan. I watched her. I missed these days. There weren’t enough of them anymore. And I was guilty of sometimes not appreciating the quiet moments together. I snuggled in a little closer. As much as I miss these days, I know that its only the beginning.
I will miss the movies on the couch, coloring pictures together and our manicure/pedicure sessions. As the credits came on, she got up and started to dance. “Come dance with me!” she cried. The times where she had asked me similar questions flashed in my mind. Too often I would say “later” or “give me a minute”. Later never came. A minute turned into days.
So now I stood up and danced with her in our family room. She giggled and sang and held on to my hands while twirling. Later at the dinner table, she told me she had a good day. She asked if I had a good day too. I smiled at her.
So my daughter woke up this morning with a fever. She had a sick day from school.
And oh what a great sick day it was!