If only my boo-boos were as easily vanquished! Last week, I was struck with pneumonia. I say struck because the illness, literally came out of nowhere and essentially paralyzed me with pain. I was barely able to make Bean's birthday cake and we had to order out for lunch and dinner on her actual birthday. That is not like me. I missed Bean running around hunting Easter eggs at my brother's house. I missed taking pictures with Bean dressed ridiculously cute in her Easter dress, complete with a Frenchy-French beret. Worst of all, I had to cancel Bean's Barnyard Birthday Bash party.
I felt like the worst mom in the world. Luckily, Bean didn't really know she missing anything, but Mama did know. It occurred to me at some point during my medically-induced coma-like sleep that I could lay in bed frustrated and sad because my plans for the week and Bean's party fell apart or I could just accept and amend my plans.
Here's what doesn't matter:
- The growing mound of laundry and piles of clothing that need to get put away.
- The mysterious sticky yuck on the kitchen floor can get mopped up later.
- Vacuuming the rugs would first require me putting away all of Bean's toys which would require where more energy than I have.
- Making a barn out of TV cardboard box that I saved from January for the party that may or not happen
- Washing the windows which if I'm being honest, I don't really know how to do.
Here's what does matter:
- My family loves me enough to check on me daily.
- My mother-in-law came by for three days straight to watch Bean and take care of me. Only an Italian Gramma would consider meatballs medicine.
- My husband stayed home to watch Bean, got my medicine and made sure that I ate daily.
- My dad drove out and bought every kind of soup he could find to make feel better.
- My darling daughter asked me every time that I winced in pain "You okay?"
- When sitting on the floor, Bean came up to me and rubbed my back the same way I rub her back when she's hurt. She then asked "Where boo-boo?" and kissed my side.