The other day, I was at CVS with my son. As we were checking out, my son picks up a box of Dayquil that was dangling enticingly by the register, and says, “Mommy, maybe we should pick up a box of this.”
I said, “Are you planning on getting sick?”
He said, “I was thinking more for you.”
“Am I getting sick??” I said. “Do you know something I don’t?”
He laughed a little.
“NO,” he said, embarrassed. “It’s just that literally like every day daddy tells me, ‘don’t bother mommy, she doesn’t feel good today.’ So I thought you could use the medicine.”
I turned around to look at him and he immediately thought I was mad at him.
“He does!” he defended himself.
“I know,” I said, “and I think that’s really really saaaad.”
And I cried.
Fake cried a little, but still.
I’m feeling shitty so often that my kids noticed and want to treat me. I am very sad about this.
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Your little boy is wonderful. Wow! This is me! So me! My husband does the same thing. I often feel awful of the little ones growing up with a mom who’s always sick. But then I have no control over my chronic pain and all that comes along with it. But one thing is for sure, they’re growing up to be such wonderful, compassionate and responsible little souls. 😊🙏🏽