My 5-year-old has been sick since Monday and there are feet of snow accumulating outside my house. And now the baby is sick, which means she’s clingy and incredibly whiney. I’ve never experienced cabin fever before, but I now know why it drives people crazy.
We scooped up snow from the back porch and made snowmen at the kitchen table (thanks to a suggestion from my creative friend, Alyson), we made a tent in the living room, we dyed snowballs with food coloring, we read books, we played with toy cars. And then I was done. D to the O to the N to the E.
Playing with my kids is not my strongest ability. I’m awesome at teaching them various things and taking them around the city to explore. I’m even quite stellar at having impromptu dance parties. But playing is just so unnatural to me. And when they’re sick and incapable of being independently happy long enough to entertain themselves, I come up short. Quite short.
I’ve been avoiding getting down on my 5-year-old’s level for the past little bit because I just don’t know what to do with myself once I’m down there. (Also, I’m terrified of her coughy germs that she indiscriminately spreads in a 10-foot radius around herself.)
But then, once the baby was down for a nap, and I no longer had to figure out how to hold her while interacting with the coughing germ I affectionately call Lydia, I paused and lay down next to my sweet Lydia to chat. Not 30 seconds into our gab-fest, she threw her arm around me and declared, “You’re the best mom ever!”
Is that all it takes?
My decision may turn me into the coughing germ she currently is, but that moment was worth it.