I sit and write this at the end of a long day.
Nothing too traumatic or dramatic, a common enough occurrence for any parent. Little Man has a sickness bug.
As such, I’m running on about two hours of broken sleep and have been cleaning and taking care of him all day, along with trying to get my work done where I can. I’m sure pretty much every parent has been there at some point.
Yet unusually for me, as I hate these bugs ordinarily, I’m feeling pretty good. ‘Tis strange.
And the reason for my weirdly chipper mood has been those little things, things that have really added up for me today. They have counted on a day when I needed something.
It’s been the little things thanks to the kindness of friends that has kept me going today.
Thanks to the friend who unhesitatingly picked up Boo this morning for me so that my boy needn’t go on the school run, stopping to check in on how he was. Thanks to the friend who heard that he was poorly so called me to see if I needed anything from the chemist. Thanks to the friend who collected Boo from school and brought her safely home to me, keen to check in on Little Man. And then thank you to Little Man’s lovely friends who accosted Boo in the playground to ask how he was, tell her that they were missing him and that they hoped he was better soon. Oh, the smile that that brought to his face when she came home and told him!
Yes, it’s been the realisation that when the routine slips, when something out of the ordinary happens, that friends will be right there to kindly take the weight so that you don’t have to do it all. This has kept me going today. I think we are all feeling loved, and these little gestures have put a smile on my face and if I’m honest, happy tears in my eyes – remember I have only had a couple of hours sleep here, I am quite emotional!
By the time that you read this, the bug may well have spread. I can’t help but suspect that I will succumb, as I cleaned him up all through the night and he has needed lots of loving cuddles today. The germs are bound to get me! I’m resigned to this, though I’m still doing all I can to prevent Boo from taking ill, I hate seeing the kids poorly.
But you know what? So be it. These moments, ordinary moments that have meant that little bit more on a tiring day have lifted me up. I must cling to this feeling as I’m dashing to the bathroom for the next day or two…!