This morning I had an extra hour and a half to myself. I started to get a little worried because my son tends to wake up every morning at seven like clock work, but this morning he did not wake up until 8:30. Finally, I heard him get out of bed, but no sooner did his feet hit the floor than he had begun to cry a soft, pitiful moan. As soon as I picked him up at his bedroom door, I could feel how warm his little body was. I stripped him down and got him into a warm bath. Then I dressed him in a loose t-shirt.
Normally, I will allow my son to play independently (in the same room) while I work around the house and clean. He likes to follow me around sometimes and “help” with tasks like laundry and vacuuming. Today was different, however. When my little one is sick, I take the day off, just like I would if I were working outside the home. I could tell he was in need of extra cuddling and attention.
I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play, which told me he was really under the weather. I dragged a pillow and a blanket to the couch and decided to park it for a few hours so he could lay on top of me and rest. He settled right in and loved it. I was watching a movie, and before it was a quarter of the way through, he was fast asleep with his head pressed right into my neck and cheek.
The rest of the day played out in a similar fashion and you can tell by looking at my kitchen sink, but it’s okay. The times where I get to hold and kiss my busy little boy happen less often now that he is getting to be more of a toddler. I’m glad to “take the day off” and enjoy the one-on-one time with my son.