Tonight, Lily is sleeping soundly in her bed. I’ll check on her in a few minutes, and kiss her on the forehead. Unlike last night, she does not have a bowl next to her….
Last night was a different story. She was up at least three times, sick with the stomach flu. And so I was up at least three times as well. It’s times like these that I both dread being a mother and realize how much I love being a mother. When I was sick as a little girl, there was nothing I wanted more that my mom. I can still remember her soft, cool hand on my forehead when I was feverish. When my little girl is sick, I want to be able to make her well; to get her back to her usual self. What I can do is smooth her head with my hand; my hand may not be as soft or as cool as my mom’s was, but I hope I bring her a small amount of comfort.
Between recovering from Easter and Lily’s sickness, Lemon Drop Pie is on hold…please stay tuned…I wish I had some muzak to play for you while you wait!
(And I’m sure you’re relieved that I couldn’t get my hands on any Muzak!)