:: Today my son taught me how to say “bacteria” in Spanish. He is very excited to tell me that the good bacteria in his body are fighting the bad bacteria in his body.
Today was the first time I’ve had to take a day off from work to care for a sick kid since I started my own company.
He’s dozing now on the exam table here at the pediatrician’s office—see photograph above—and I’m jotting down these thoughts.
Today I managed a cascade of cancelled work appointments and missed deadlines.
Today I mopped up vomit on my hands and knees.
Today my son taught me how to say “bacteria” in Spanish. He is very excited to tell me that the good bacteria in his body are fighting the bad bacteria in his body.
Today I hugged my son while he cried, “My whole body and my head and my belly hurts.” But I had the luxury of knowing he was going to be just fine.
Because I had the luxury of running him up to the doctor’s office when things with my son started to feel a little beyond my ken.
Because I had the luxury of taking time off.
Because I had the luxury of clearing my day to spend it with my sick son.
Because I had the luxury of a sick day.
It’s a luxury that few ever get.
