Yesterday I spent the day at home, down with cough, colds, a migraine and a slight fever. It really sucked. The frustrating part wasn’t the incessant coughing, the frequent blowing of the nose, the need to sleep every 10 minutes or the annoying piercing pain in the head. I can handle all those with some medicine, a dark room and sleep. What was most frustrating was being at home with my son and not getting to play with him at all.
“Mommy, can you play with me?” Timmy’s playtime requests are common, and we usually end up playing pretend with his dinosaur figures, Avengers toys and Peppa Pig characters. Sometimes I’m Teacher Mommy, and he’s a student in the classroom with his classmates (stuffed toys) all lined up in a row to listen to that day’s lesson. I enjoy those little moments and cherish them so much, so yesterday was a huge bummer because I couldn’t even answer him properly. I had no voice, if I tried to speak it would come out in hacking coughs, and the little that we played together I ended up falling asleep.
Nurture Yourself, Nurture Others
Yesterday was the sickest I’ve been in a long time, and the only time I could hardly play with my son. He was disappointed I couldn’t even sit up and play along, but understood I needed to sleep. One of the things we ended up doing was him playing on the XBox, while I napped a bit.
Yesterday was an eye opener to me to take better care of myself so I don’t lose out on time with my little boy.
I need to nurture myself better so I don’t miss out on pretend play, like crossing a suspension bridge in full gear.
Or just plain being silly in the toy store.
Even quiet times are to be cherished. My quiet time with a cup of coffee, and he with his toys.
Even coloring together is priceless. I was so weak yesterday I couldn’t even pick up a crayon. So looking back at this picture from last weekend, it motivated me even more to get better already.
Quiet times also involve reading time. He asked me several times yesterday to read with him, and I couldn’t. Ugh. Yet another motivation to be well — to be able to read stories with my son.
Getting better would also include just plain being crazy before bedtime. The past few nights my bedtime has been way earlier than his, so I miss out on the little playtime we usually have before bed.
“Wifey, pagaling ka na para tuloy tayo sa Sunday,” my husband said. (Wifey, get better so we push through with our plans on Sunday.) It’s our 12th wedding anniversary this Sunday! I have to get better because we have breakfast plans! That’s another thing I can’t miss out on — spending time away from home with the family.
My little boy is still sleeping as I write this, and I’m now off to bed again to heal myself some more.
I guess what’s changed is that before, I’d want to get better so I can do the usual chores, be strong enough to get through the day with the to-do list intact. But with Timmy interacting more and more, it gives me even more fuel to get better sooner! So I don’t miss out on playtime with him and bond with him the times I’m home.
Now let me go sleep and nurture myself before the boy wakes up. That way, we’ll both start the day with bright eyes and bright smiles. Hopefully my cough and migraine have said their goodbyes too.