Happy twelfth day of the new year to ya’ll!
Whew! So this belle has been benched the last few days due to a cold. My little girl and I caught this nasty curve ball of a sickness and we are yet battling to throw it back to where it came from. I naturally picked it up too while trying to nurse her back to health but I’m fairly certain playing at an indoor playground for families contained the perfect ‘germ storm’ to contract something. The kids had a blast playing together and I even got a workout as I maneuvered my way through the obstacles. One of the smaller obstacles was a young boy (we’ll call him, ‘Jimmy’) Lylah’s age with a runny nose and a bad cough who seemingly enjoyed chasing us around. I was so excited to get the kids out somewhere to play, after many cold and windy days indoors at home, that I truthfully hadn’t even considered the abundance of germs at these facilities. That is, not until little ‘Jimmy’ insisted on attacking us with his snot rockets. Oh well, regardless of the many bad bacteria attempting to catch us, we had a blast and created lasting memories. I’m certain before winter’s end, you will find us there again.
As cute as little Jimmy was, I felt myself steering Lylah away from him and his bacteria boogers by putting myself in between the two toddlers to protect her from direct contact. I recall when proudly carrying my daughter for nine months, that feeling of being able to protect her while she’s inside my womb. It is such an honor and blessing that God chose us ladies to be the gender who gets to experience this. We connect with our little ones from the moment we find out about them. I laughed just now out loud remembering how I was over four months along before I knew I was pregnant with Lylah (yeah, I’m not the quickest or most in tune with my own body haha) and the moment I found out I think I went from walking regular to waddling. Anyways, I felt like while my unborn Lylah was inside my tummy I could protect her from the world. I controlled what I ate and drank, what other outside elements I exposed myself too, etc.
Now that she’s 3-years-old, I enjoy watching her make her own decisions, within reason of course, with the tools I hope I have given her to make those choices. Sometimes, believe it or not, my sweet angel girl does choose to be naughty and reaps the not-so-fun consequences. Similarly, a major league pitcher will throw the wrong pitch as he attempts to retire the opposing player up to bat. He is continually perfecting his pitching arsenal with coaching staff so he is ready to unload on command during a game. Ultimately, a pitcher hopes to throw the wisest, most effective pitches, while his coaching staff watches to see if the instruction they passed onto him benefit the team with a positive outcome. Even the best of pitchers, like Detroit’s, Justin Verlander, can make a crucial mistake and reap the not-so-fun consequences as they watch the batter trot around the bases with a home run.
My head still feels slightly foggy today and when I talk I sound like Elmer Fudd but every sniffle and each cough expelled from me is well worth it when I know my daughter’s bout with this is improving. I believe that my momma instincts to nurture would kick in even if I had a staff of people at my beckon call. Amidst the snot and sniffles, there is truly something precious about nursing your sick child back to health. My present unruly appearance (one look at my disheveled, sickly self would scare anyone away so do not come to my front door 🙂 ) is a trade off I’m willing to endure. She spent most of her sickest days just cuddling with me and now is back to playing. And I am once again back to stepping on those toys that hurt like a son of a slider to step on!
(Sniffle) Life is good.