sick kid

So, last night as Dylan began coughing, I did my usual "Oh, you're ok", with a desperate attempt to make him not sick truthfully because I didn't want to deal with it. Didn't want to deal with a sick kid at home when the other has a playdate, and ballet. I was looking forward to a few hours to catch up while Casey was at her friend's house. As it became more and more apparent that Dylan was sick, for real, I started to remember my job in the first place. To be a mom. I am thankful he's not sick on a day I need to work, but even if he were, my job is to be with him. I get so caught up sometimes in doing all the other things that need to be done, that I forget about being a mom, you know, a good one. I check off lists mentally while fixing dinner or putting the kids to bed when I should just slow down and be with them. I will be there for him today. I will not worry about what needs to get done. I will take care of him the best I can. That is my number one priority, always, and will try not to forget it again.