As it should be
"Mom--"
I glance at the clock.
It's 3:0something in the morning.
"yah...."
"I don't feel good"
Ok..I'm in bed, it's 3--she doesn't feel good and my brain says,
"Ok..."
"I feel like I'm going to throw up"
Oh..I need to be more awake--
"Then why don't you go do that?"
"OK"
And she did.
Over.
Over.
Over again.
After the first bed conversation I told her she didn't have to worry about
waking me up, I'd hear her.
And I did.
Over.
Over.
Over again.
And I sat with my baby girl.
My 14 year old baby girl...who for whatever reason, decided to wake me up
to let me know she didn't feel good.
And I realized no matter how grown up she's becoming--going off to highschool
and all in 2 days--she is still that little girl.
The one I had first.
And now--she's better--well not so much puking anymore. And I know one of these days she won't wake me up to let me know she's sick--if she's still at home--well, I'm sure I'll know, but one of these days--she'll just be sick.
And then let me know.
As it should be.
I glance at the clock.
It's 3:0something in the morning.
"yah...."
"I don't feel good"
Ok..I'm in bed, it's 3--she doesn't feel good and my brain says,
"Ok..."
"I feel like I'm going to throw up"
Oh..I need to be more awake--
"Then why don't you go do that?"
"OK"
And she did.
Over.
Over.
Over again.
After the first bed conversation I told her she didn't have to worry about
waking me up, I'd hear her.
And I did.
Over.
Over.
Over again.
And I sat with my baby girl.
My 14 year old baby girl...who for whatever reason, decided to wake me up
to let me know she didn't feel good.
And I realized no matter how grown up she's becoming--going off to highschool
and all in 2 days--she is still that little girl.
The one I had first.
And now--she's better--well not so much puking anymore. And I know one of these days she won't wake me up to let me know she's sick--if she's still at home--well, I'm sure I'll know, but one of these days--she'll just be sick.
And then let me know.
As it should be.
Comments
Jess
Tartrazina--that it the sweetest thing ever! being sick always makes me want my mom too:)) thanks for writing:)