It’s a truth universally acknowledged that every now and then, God throws me a very specific bone by way of an illness equating to bonding time.
More specifically, I’ve been known to put out into the universe that I’m lacking quality time with a particular kiddo of mine, and then—bam!—said kiddo wind up home sick, and we have a lovely bit of concentrated time together.
Am I manifesting viruses??? Probably not. Is it a happy coincidence??? Most likely. Either way…I’ll take it!
Case in point: Little Man was home today after a really rough allergy/air quality onslaught yesterday evening that took a toll on him, and we had the loveliest day together.
I had a million things to do, but I set it all aside, reminding myself of how I’ve been longing for some one-on-one time with my boy, and it was gifted right to me. :)
We got some yummy breakfast, took a very mosey and talkative walk, had a crazy bug encounter (!), did a doodle, busted opened some special Pokémon packs, snuggled for a movie, and managed a much-needed round of clothes and pajamas shopping later in the day when he was doing well.
Honestly, it was more of a mental health sick day than anything, and I was SO happy for it.
A praying mantis! That landed ON MY SUNGLASSES!
In other Little Man bonding news…last week I had the crazy (HOT) joy of chaperoning his field trip to the Botanical Gardens!
We hadn’t been in ages, and though I didn’t love the insanely high temps, it was really fun to tag along for such a loose and happy excursion that involved a whole gaggle of boys running around as much as humanly possible (which is a lot, ha). :)
Did I mention the heat???
The kids got to make terrariums to bring home. So fun. :) Especially the part where they were supposed to speak happy thoughts into the terrarium so that their breath added the carbon dioxide that was needed.
Every time I semi-complain about some sort of volunteering or chaperoning I’ve got on deck (usually because I don’t feel like I have time to drop everything and tackle it), God also throws me a bone by way of making it a really enjoyable and precious excursion.
It’s so easy to want to pass on things or say no, especially when I’ve attended dozens, and I really do mean dozens of these kinds of things over the past ten years. But the years are fleeting and the memories are priceless, and the time invested in my babies is always worth it.
Little Man’s on the mend tonight, and I’m hoping by Coda girl is, too. She’s had some tummy troubles the last two days and it’s like having a newborn up 4-5 times a night and it’s killing the hubby and I. And tomorrow, I’m chaperoning Chicklet’s 5th grade pool party in 103-degree temps, and the hubby has an insane work day, so…WE NEED SLEEP.
Just putting that out in the universe. ;)
Happy Almost Hump Day, peeps!
Over and out.
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