"Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."
-- Pooh's Little Instruction Book (inspired by A.A. Milne)
Sometimes it happens like a rogue wave...just sweeping you away from your intended plans. Last night at one in the morning my feverish littlest one woke up in the night, mumbling and sad. She was thirsty and scared. Advil was given, covers tucked back in, cold ice water close at hand and just like that: my day was revealed. Caroline would be staying home from school. All those other things that busy my days would need to be left behind. Back in my own bed I started restacking the deck...perhaps I could go grocery shopping then, maybe I might find this missing email during a possible nap, potentially clean the desk that is towering with things that need to be dealt with right.this.minute.
The school morning came quickly, two others still needed to get off and then my slumbering tousled six year old came out of her bed like some bear from hibernation. She was rested and stuffed up but the fever had broken. She needed to stay home but...
well, let's just say, that I took full advantage of her hushed acknowledgement after the other two left:
big eyes revealed what her heart already knew --
It's a Mommy and Me Day!
Mommy and Me Days began in preschool. Being fourth in line means most of the time other people are hanging around. Most of the time -- heck 99.5% of the time -- other schedules and important events dictate your day. You watch other people play sports or sing in the choir or perform in a play. Most of the time, you are last on the list. But Caroline figured out even at age three that when those other kids went off to school, she had a Mommy and Me Day. She knew when her preschool days were, knew when I was working at her school and knew when I was all hers.
She cherished it and named it and helped me to notice the precious present.
Since she started kindergarten she would lament the lack of Mommy and Me Days. We would take a bike ride or go get the dog food together but it wasn't quite the same.
Our life had changed. Schedules were different. Although that time was something I missed too, there didn't seem to be a natural opportunity to recreate it.
First grade began and the busyness of life took over. We'd sneak an errand or enjoy her friend's birthday parties together but that luxurious giant chunk of time was nowhere to be found.
Enter the fever time out.
Mommy and Me 2013. Pretty sad that it took that to make us have the time...but what a fun, fun time it was. We played a serious set of Hangman, leisurely ate breakfast, walked Buddy and discussed at great length how amazing, sensational and terrific our dog really is. We played Bop It like a couple of kids at Christmas. We danced and laughed, snuggled and used a pretend brush to paint make up on each other. We watched our old friend Winnie the Pooh and his Blustery Day...giggled with Tigger, cheered for Piglet and felt sorry for Eeyore.
Together this six year old and 40 something mom added up to 22...belting out and dancing to Taylor Swift's song. Our math may be wrong but we have some rockin' moves...no doubt.
We had chicken noodle soup for lunch and became chefs...wearing our aprons and cooking up brownies and other treats that were necessary, so necessary for healing and fever breaking and general good health.
So today I'm grateful for the forced time out. Time out of schedules and other people who come first. Today I spent the day exactly as it needed to be spent...thank you Advil, thank you little bug, thank you Caroline.
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