I woke up at 5:15am to my son slowly creeping into my bed.
Normally I’d be really annoyed about getting woken up, I love my sleep, but this morning I felt like he needed me. I rolled over and lifted up the covers so he could crawl into bed with me. I kissed his little forehead and rubbed his back. I noticed he was really warm and asked David to feel him. He was burning up. I gave him some Tylenol and snuggled him for a minute. David asked if he could take him in the bath to help him relax and calm his fever down a little. They snuggled and David sang to him in his room so that he could sleep off his fever.
It makes me really sad to think that normally I would have said, “Valor, go back to your room. It’s not morning time yet.” I wouldn’t have known he wasn’t feeling good.
Oh the guilt us moms put on ourselves.
Valor and I took V to school. She looked absolutely beautiful. I am constantly amazed when I see her become such a sweet young woman. Her hair is always perfect and she has such a unique and fun personality. I have to constantly remind myself that it is okay for her to be outside of the box. I don’t want her to be ‘boring’ or ‘normal’. We wished her a wonderful day at school and she assured me that she would let Valor’s teacher know that he wasn’t going to be there today.
