As long as their snuffling and coughing love cannons aren\u2019t firing.<\/p>\n
We, moms, somehow magically focus.<\/p>\n
And switch on the mode: \u201cIf I don\u2019t take care of them, who will?\u201d<\/p>\n
So.<\/p>\n
We run around all day.<\/p>\n
We tiptoe through nights.<\/p>\n
We brew teas.<\/p>\n
We give them their syrups.<\/p>\n
We blow their noses as if opening dams.<\/p>\n
And most of all, we hold them in our arms, sharing kisses like magical little tablets.<\/p>\n
Kisses that soothe and heal.<\/p>\n
And while doing all this, we even manage to marvel:
\n\u201cThank God I\u2019m healthy and sharp.\u201d<\/p>\n
But.<\/p>\n
When the home front finally calms\u2014temperatures stabilize, and cough cannons stop firing endless salvos\u2026<\/p>\n
And those sweet little faces once again break into mischievous smiles saying: \u201cMom, look, we\u2019re healthy and naughty AGAIN\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n
Then\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026it\u2019s the turn of the \u201cnot-sick moms.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, nothing seems to happen, but that button\u2014\u201cI can do everything,\u201d \u201cI\u2019m healthy,\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sharp\u201d\u2014just doesn\u2019t switch on.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s exactly what happened to me this time.<\/p>\n
Over the weekend, my all-terrain button \u201cbroke,\u201d and I was forced to take off my crown of \u201cI can do everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom is lying down!\u201d\u2014almost every corner of the house whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, are you very sick?\u201d\u2014DO or Pa would peek into my bedroom.<\/p>\n
After a while, the door would quietly creak open again, and a soft voice would ask:
\n\u201cMom, are you feeling any better?\u201d<\/p>\n
And indeed. Mom lay knocked out by the fever,
\n\u201cgifted\u201d with a headache that made lifting my head from the pillow a struggle,
\nand to make things extra special\u2014a throat pain added, carefully designed to prevent even a whisper of:<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll just lie down a little and be healthy in no time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lay there for a full day.
\nAlmost the whole time, I slept.
\nAnd in the in-between moments, when my mind kicked in, do you know what I thought?<\/p>\n
How good it is to be sick.
\nKnowing that after a day or two, I\u2019ll be back on my feet and able to take care of everyone.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll be able to go out to the terrace and watch them play.
\nI\u2019ll be able to prepare their meals.
\nI\u2019ll be able to lay out their clothes.
\nI\u2019ll check that they\u2019ve dressed properly for going outside.
\nI\u2019ll be able to kiss them as I send them into a new day.
\nI\u2019ll be able to scoop little My into my arms again.
\nWho doesn\u2019t understand why, on the one day he doesn\u2019t nap, Mom is lying in bed sleeping\u2014and stretches his little arms to be with me.
\nBut I didn\u2019t take him.<\/p>\n
I lay there with all my ailments.
\nAnd yet, I was a little happy.
\nKnowing that my illness was temporary.<\/p>\n
And with one ear listening to family life continuing downstairs without Mom,
\nI chased away the intrusive thought: how terrifying it would be if a mom were sick permanently.<\/p>\n
Because we moms are CRAZILY
\nN E E D E D.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get sick.
\nAnd if you do\u2014make sure it\u2019s only temporary.<\/p>\n
Mua,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17737","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17737","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}