Hot and Cold are words that would describe me yesterday and this morning. For the first time in over a year, I'm sick...stomach flu. I spent a good chunk of yesterday in bed, feverish and then freezing cold.
It's hard being sick with kids, as every mom knows. That being said, my eldest has been quite surprising. When he found out I was sick yesterday, he immediately ran downstairs for a vomit bucket, and then a few minutes later appeared with my water bottle full of cold water. He covered me with an extra blanket and asked if there was anything else he could do. He spoke in low tones as if the sound of his voice might jar me, and he stroked my arm and told me that he loved me. He eventually even got himself and his siblings a meal (cereal, some granola bars I'd made the day before, and grapes) and I could hear him later instructing Seth and Lizzie to clear their dishes off and wash their hands when they'd finished. He orchestrated their watching a couple of movies (the younger kids aren't wild about tv but they do love movies - well, Seth does, and Lizzie will play while they're watching) and tried his hardest to be patient with them throughout the afternoon.
My eight-year-old has rather amazed me. Who knew?!