I am missing the toddler's (little gal) graduation from preschool with regret but was feeling so sick the regret is small.
On the third day I ate a sweet peach for lunch and then took a long afternoon nap. When I woke at 4:00 PM it seemed the fever had finally lessened and my throat pain was no longer impossible to endure. I could actually swallow without thinking I had a knife plunged through one of my Eustachian tubes.
I pulled myself out of bed at long last. Thinking my weekend visit with the kids coming here may get off to a great start after all.
Then just as I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair and put on fresh new clothes my best medicine cure arrived on dancing feet. My
We had a 20 minute conversation about the loss of his teeth over the last few weeks, the economics of the loss of teeth (such as daddy dropping one of the four teeth down the sink and they calling plumber to retrieve the dropped tooth). I certainly went wrong in not teaching my children how to remove the elbow joint beneath the sink! Then the next tooth was lost on the playground at school. Several green bills later the fourth tooth is left with the tooth fairy and grandson has 12 dollars in his bank!! Then our happy conversation drifts on to Harry Potter and how at 6 he has already read a shortened version of the first book and has brought the DVD with him so that he can finish seeing the visual of the story. I ask if it is not too scary for him, and he insists he just gets scared at certain parts like where the troll is, but he knows it is just a movie.
Then with the twists and turns of magical conversations with young folk we talk about how he used to love Thomas the Train and how that time has passed so rapidly that he has forgotten the names of many of the trains which results in a brief search on the Internet down memory lane.
Then as I lay back on my sick bed, not really feeling sick anymore, he heads off to the kitchen where grandpa is making a grilled cheese sandwich with carrot sticks and freshly picked raspberries for dessert and the chore of picking more raspberries after dinner.
Remember when you fell in love and you could not do anything without working that person's name into the conversation, or working it into doodle or a daydream? Well, it does happen again in old age. I am so absolutely, positively lucky that this young boy has a happy and rich life and that he loves sharing it with me! I do not deserve this, but I will not give it back!