I’m finally on the mend and feel like joining the human race, even bathing and basic hygiene sound like something I can handle again. I’ve been so fortunate the past few years to be healthy and totally free of even the smallest of bugs, so I guess I really had it coming. My mom came up and helped take care of Ethan and I since Rich was in D.C. last week. She cooked and cleaned and played with Ethan so that I could rest. I just like having her around and hated to see her leave.
Rich is home and came bearing a few gifts that keep on giving. For me it was a box of truffles that wouldn’t have tasted good last week but now are starting to be very addictive. Ethan scored a cool new book, a play mobil farm set, and his personal favorite, wall decals of the characters from Cars. He has taken great delight in putting them on his walls, dresser, and bedroom door. He takes several breaks from play throughout the day to spend time gazing at the large sticker of Mater and Lighting McQueen that hang above the pillows on his bed. He is slower to close his eyes for naps now that Ramone and Doc smile over from their corner of the room.
I can see how easy it would be to truly spoil your children since seeing their happiness can be totally intoxicating. I guess the key is to elicit such joy more from life than from things.
There is a very clean Honda with sparkling windows and a full tank of gas waiting to be driven again. The poor girl has been neglected as I have chosen to contain my illness to our home and have been canceling one appointment/therapy session after another. Tomorrow morning Ethan and I will make the long trip to the city where he goes for speech therapy and I will watch through the glass as his wonderful therapist works her magic. She has a very positive outlook and is always so cheerful and optimistic about our boy. In a strange way it’s like therapy for me too. I need to be reminded.