Taking Care Of A Sick Child
No matter how old your children get when they get really sick you step back in time and become ‘Mom’ again. I know, I know you never stop being a mom but you take a back seat to them more and more as they grow older and they grow up and ultimately have lives of their own. They have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, children, jobs, and grown friends. They become busy doing all the things you were doing when you were their age and they unfortunately have less time to spend with their parents. That’s the way life goes and for some of us we’re glad of this but we tend to miss our little ones. Now for some parents they may not be too unhappy with the distance. I don’t judge you for this, I’m just one of those moms who loves being a mom.
For most parents regardless of the type you are, let one of them get sick however, suddenly you become the most vital individual in their lives again. Well if you’re lucky that is, if you don’t have a great relationship with your child or children you might have a different opinion about that.
My daughter Gina got really ill this past week and I spent five days taking care of her. As a rule when Gina is sick she can be a bit demanding and honestly a pain in the bottom but this past week she was at the point where she was so meek and surprisingly apologetic that it scared me.
As for her normally being a bit of a pain when she is sick, less face it, we all are a pain in the butt when we’re ill. We don’t feel good and depending on the type of person we are we either want you to go away and leave us the hell alone or you want us waiting on us hand and foot. It’s normal. Hence the reason for me being concerned with my daughter. She has a hard time apologizing when she isn’t sick so her doing it continuously when she was sick scared me. What do you expect, I’m a mom and I love being one.
The thing is Gina and I had a chance to talk this past week like we haven’t in a long time. We sat and talked about anything and everything. The most important thing I found out was that she was honestly still my little girl. Yes she is grown and she has her own family and that comes first, as it should, but she is still my little girl and always will be.
There were other things that came out of this past week that not many would understand. What those things are I will keep between Gina and myself but I will say that she has a certain talent that for many years she had pushed to the back because when my mom died, they were very close, she put it in a mental box and locked it away. I knew she had opened that box a tiny bit in the past couple of years but this past week I got to see that she has thrown that box open and let all of it come spilling out. I don’t know anything that could have made me any happier. Sitting here now it makes me smile.
I don’t know if it works the same for others but no matter how worried you might get when your grown child is ill, if you have to go and take care of them remember to take the opportunity to get to know them all over again. You might be surprised at what you learn. I’ve always been proud of my daughter and what she has accomplished but this past week gave me a deeper insight into the woman she has become. Yes I’m tired but it’s a small price to pay for what I got in return. Thank you Gina for being the person you are, imperfections and all. Oh and for the rest of you reading this, the imperfections aren’t that big or that many in my opinion but then, I’m her mom.
,We all have those mundane things we have to do on a daily basis. Pick up the kids, drop off the dry cleaning, and stop off at the post office on occasion. You know what I’m talking about. The irritating little chores and or incidental interruptions in our daily lives that irritate the living hell out of us and take up valuable time.
These are rarely if ever really pleasant even if nothing bad happens during these stop and goes we don’t like having to do. Occasionally we might find something to smile about, maybe exchange a few pleasantries with someone we know or even don’t know, or maybe something beautiful that catches our eye for a moment but that still doesn’t make these things something we want to do.
Usually when we make it home, if we have someone there waiting on us, we'll relate a short synopsis of something that happened to us. It is usually because we got mad about some incident or we ran into an old friend we haven’t seen in a while but that’s it. Rarely and I mean very rarely do we come home with a tale that is out of the ordinary. Tonight I did.
I had a couple of small errands I needed to run and decided to stop in at a Mapco to pick up a couple of bottles of water while doing all the other things I needed to do. It was a fairly calm, not so hot evening that made me roll the windows down on the car and I was just sort of in my own little world when I pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. As I go to roll up the window this young woman, quite attractive, in a sort of odd bent over position yells out at me, “Sorry but I just had to go.” It was at this point I noticed the sound of something liquid hitting the ground and then notice the very large stream of liquid making its way toward my truck.
I sit there stunned with my mouth hanging open for a moment taking in the scene in the now twilight evening hours and realize what is happening and I busted out laughing. This darling young woman worked for Mapco and she had pulled out one of those large floor coolers you find in those little stores where they store ice with beer or soft drinks, usually the former. She had rolled it outside to pull the plug on it to empty the water from the melted ice. She started laughing and apologized to me stating that she had no idea what made her say that, it just popped out.
I walked up to her and said that’s perfectly OK. Best laugh I had all day but her mistake was to pull that on a writer and she could bet she could read about her little joke tomorrow on my website. Turning red she responded oh no you wouldn’t. Yep, and of course here it is.
To that amazing young lady I say thank you. I wish I could tell Mapco what a joy she is but I’m afraid the story might get her more in trouble than get her a pat on the back or a raise. With her sense of humor and the way she deals with customers she deserves the latter. Unfortunately companies seldom have any sense of humor at all. Shame.
Anyway to that young lady I would like to say thank you for making what should have been one of those boring stops a hoot and made my night.
I opened up my computer this morning and the first thing I see on my emails is this thing from You Tube. Getting an email from You Tube isn’t that big a deal as a rule after all I have a You Tube channel. Big whoop.
This one was different however. This wasn’t the usual we’re offering this or if you do that sort of thing it was a great big congratulations with confetti no less. I managed to hit what they consider high numbers and now that opens up a lot of new possibilities for me. To me it just sounds like another excuse to get me to pay for something. I could be wrong I really haven’t dug that deep into it yet but I will.
Oh here’s what was being showed with the graphic confetti;
You had 1,141 minutes watched this month.
That's 19.017 whole hours!
I wish I could add the confetti but you get the idea. No I had never received one of these before. Go me, I guess.
But after that there’s a whole lot of you can do this and you can do that and our team members blah, blah, blah. You get it I’m sure.
Anyway when I find out more about it I’ll let you know if this was an honest go me or a OK let’s see if we can turn this into a ‘let’s see if we can trick her into giving us money thing.’
I’m thinking the second but I’m a bit of a pessimist. The flip side of this is book sales are up. Not a lot but they are up. On that one, yes, go me.
Anyway this was as close as I could get to confetti.
I have informed you that I started painting rocks, well it’s turned into something else. I did a dragonfly, not one of my best works I have to be honest, for one of my granddaughters because she knows I love dragonflies and we’re always talking about them or looking for them when we’re outside. I hid the darn thing and she found it and she loved it. All’s good. When I hid it was when my daughter told me that purple butterflies, I had painted the background on the dragonfly purple because Savannah loves that color, Gina told me purple butterflies are the symbol for Turner Syndrome.
If you don’t know what that is I suggest you look it up on the internet because it’s way over my head to explain but it is something that is near and dear to me. I have a beautiful granddaughter who has it.
Today I painted a purple butterfly. No big deal except what do I do with it. I want to leave it somewhere that someone finds it that it will mean something to them. It turns out a lot of organizations use the purple butterfly so it increases my odds that someone will find it that it might bring a special smile to their face.
I hope you will look up Tuner Syndrome and find out what it is and what it means to so many girls and women. I first heard about it when I was writing my first book so I had some idea about it when it touched our lives.
I Need To Take Something Off My Plate
I swear if I take on one more thing you’ll be hearing about me on ID TV. No joke. My poor husband is ready to kill me. He is so close at this point I’m having to watch his hands at night to make sure he isn’t carrying a knife. The sad thing is I can’t blame him. Writing, jewelry making and collecting, working with my photos and videos, camera and all the apps I have, and now I’m painting flipping rocks and wanting to hide them. The man is at his wits end.
You add to this our three daughters have decided to have issues all at the same time so we’re having at least one of our four grandkids one day a weekend. This has been going on for weeks. We love them and honestly enjoy them but for two old people who like to be quiet that does mess with our routine sometimes.
Now this last thing, the one with the rocks, may just be too much for him. Even with it bothering him the man has honestly gotten out with me to hunt for damn rocks. I know, I know some of you may have issues with rock hunting. The whole messing with the environment thing and all and you think it’s best to buy your rocks. Where the hell do you think those rocks come from? I can show you where they come from. Great big huge, and I’m talking so big you could put several colosseums in them, holes. If that isn’t messing with the environment now I don’t know what is. I pick up a rock here or there, mostly on our properties I might add, I can assure you I’m having a lot less effect on the environment than those you are buying in stores.
Sorry didn’t mean to get off on that subject but now it’s out there so I’ll move on and back to poor Buddy. I’m an obsessive person. When I’m doing something, and these do come in spurts, I’m totally lost in what I’m doing. I sat here last night trying to get the sound just right on a video that took me hours to get it the way I wanted it. This is the one he sat through, he wasn’t here for the one I did while he was somewhere else yesterday for a couple of hours. Again the poor man.
Anyway if you hear of me being murdered by my hubby please have pity on him and buy lots of my books because he will probably need a good lawyer and they don’t come cheap. I’m here to say he was in all probability justified or at least temporarily insane at the time.
Why you might as. No reason really. I’m just in one. The question is what does this mean for the people around me today. That’s the fun part. Who the Hell knows?
You see here’s the thing. I don’t always act out when I get this way. As a matter of fact I very rarely act out at all. That’s where the fun comes in. People close to me can see it in my eyes. They know it’s there, they understand what that cold, hard, evil glare means that emits itself from my eyes but the question is, will this be the day it explodes? I don’t even have the answer to that one.
What amuses me the most is that I will smile more today than normal. I will even chuckle on occasion. The way I look at it is ‘Today is My Day.’
None of this is because I’m mean or even like to be mean on occasion. I’m general the peace keeper. I’m the one who will way too often hold my tongue when others are acting like asses. I’m the one who will suffer the ignorance of others in silence and the crazy part of that is I don’t mind. I don’t feel like I’m suffering at the time. I am most often understanding, caring, loving. Not today. Like I said today is my day.
I am still caring enough to hope that those of my family who don’t live with me stay away and don’t even call for that matter. Leave me alone. My poor husband however will have to spend the day with me. He’s been out working in the yard all morning aware from the beginning what today might mean. Poor man. Hey I said I still care, it just want save him today if he pisses me off.
How bad could it get? Well if you’ve never read the Chocolate Covered Donut story maybe you should. I was having one of those days when that little twit screwed with my chocolate covered donuts. That’s been years ago and it’s still talked about among the family. It was bad from what I hear. For me I think I was just stating my preference on how those lovely little gems should be handled. I seriously doubt that the building shook, the windows rattled, and people started moving toward the door as my daughter describes it.
I have these days once or twice a year, that’s funnier than you think because of other things which I won’t go into, so it isn’t like this is a common occurrence. Maybe that’s the problem. They happen so seldom that when one does strike it really takes everyone by surprise. For some unholy reason that makes these days even more amusing for me.
So I’m going to go about my day quietly, smiling a lot, and every now and then chuckle. Yes I’m waiting to see who will be dumb enough to piss me off today. I would say I hope no one does but then that would be so disappointing.