Motherhood

Now that I am feeling better and not dying from swine flu, let me share with you one of the joys of motherhood that befell me this week.

As I lay not quite dying, 101.2 fever, all hot and cold at the same time, propped up on pillows to alleviate the coughing, and sleeping almost peacefully, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.  I ignored it, of course.

A few minutes later, I hear my first born whispering, “Mama?”  I responded with, “mm” and tried to go back to sleep.  But Boo can be quite persistent and he tried again.

I turned ever so slightly toward him, peered at him with one half closed eye and said, “Are you bleeding?” in the best menacing tone I could manage.

“No, it’s worse than blood.  Bip pooped and needs you to wipe him.”

I closed my eye and wondered if I could muster enough strength to clobber Boo with a pillow or if I should just lie very still and hope he’d go away.  While I debated, he pulled on my arm saying, “Mama…come on…Bip needs you.”

So I dragged my poor, fever ravished body out of bed and down the hall, thanking God – literally- that Bip had chosen an upstairs bathroom and not one that would require me to navigate stairs.  Boo wisely followed behind me – out of my reach- and made sure I didn’t fall over.

So I helped Bip with his personal hygiene, washed my hands and returned to the sweet bliss of my Tempurpedic mattress and Hampton Inn comforter.  I think Boo might have had the nerve to say, “good job, Mama” but maybe it was just the fever talking.

Now if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

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