Bean is sick. It’s the worst. It’s probably worse for ME because I have this “sick phobia thing.” I know. I’m a Mommy now and I need to get over it. I’m working on it.
Poor little Bean is just feeling awful. He’s had these colds and snots many times before. But because he is almost three years old, he can really articulate the awfulness of it all. “Daniel’s sick, Mama.” “Blow my nose please, Mama.” “More water please, Mama.” “Daniel going to lay down, Mama.”
I know he REALLY wasn’t feeling well when he only ate HALF of his dinosaur PB&J sandwich and then he asked to take a nap. His naps have been super sporadic lately. It’s usually one day on and FOUR days off. But today at 12:15 PM, he was out like a light.
Two hours later, he started to scream! I ran to his room. He was standing up by his bed and crying through a fountain of snots and trying to tell me something at the same time. I could not, for the life of me, understand what he wanted.
“Bean, what do you want? Do you want a tissue??”
“Noo….” (Sniff, Sniff.)
“Daniel, do you want some water??”
“Noo….” (Sniff, Sniff.)
“Bean, I can’t understand you. PLEASE calm down and tell me what you want. PLEASE.”
“Daniel want…Mama.” (Sniff) “Daniel want…Mama!” (Sniff. Sniff)
He wanted me to hold him and rock him in the chair next to his big boy bed. He curled up in my arms and just looked at me with his watery eyes. He smiled. He closed his eyes and relaxed. We rocked.
He just wanted his Mama. It was a good day after all.
