I talked to my eldest, The Bastard, this morning…he sounded terrible. He has the flu. Poor thing! 😦
I was reminded of the first time he was sick as a child. I was huge pregnant with his sister, the Bastardette. He had a high fever and couldn't sleep in his crib. For three nights I sat in the recliner, with him sprawled all over my huge tummy. It was the only way he could get any rest. He would stir, I'd put my lips on his hot little head, rub his back and back to sleep he'd go.
He's 38 years old now, but I wish I could be there. Make him some potato soup, rub down with Vicks, bring him some orange juice and tylenol. I don't believe I'll ever get over wanting to take care of them when they are sick, even if they don't need me to.
Love you, my son……GET WELL SOON!