Do you like being sick? The wet sensation of boogies running down your lips, entering you mouth, and the bitter/sweet taste of that goop. As adults, we can easily blow our nose and wipe the excess away with a tissue. Or, when some do make it into our mouths, we can just spit it out. But, my poor little offspring cannot do these things, I look away from him for 2 minutes and his lip is glistening like Edward. Pause......ok I wiped him down again.
What about the other feelings that come along with a sickness? Sometimes my stomach hurts, or my head hurts, or my eyes feel funny, and even my ears feel like they need to pop. However, we are used to these sensations, they are not foreign to us like they are to a young child. I imagine he still gets confused when he starts feeling funny, and I bet he has his own form of frustration when he comes to me or his mom and tries to let us know what is wrong, but not even he can explain what is happening to him.
It is these moments that at the moment, I do not cherish, for I feel bad for my son feeling sick. Why enjoy his suffering? I look into his eyes, red and puffy, and let out a audible sympathy note. Feeling sick really does suck, even to those that have had days, weeks, even months of experience with sickness. For this little guy, he has been sick not even the duration of a whole week in his entire life. Moments like these I think I should cherish, for I have the ability to try and comfort him, play with him, give him food and water and share his pain. In a sad way, it is kind of cute watching him cope with these feelings. Adults bitch and complain, while he whines, and occasionally does a cute gesture, like pointing and tapping on his nose. He knows there is some business for me to take care of there. Now, I will let him slumber, we all know that sleep is the best remedy for sickness.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
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Pretty much a lot of my life revolves around parenthood. Every day brings new adventures, challenges, and rewards. My son is one piece of work, and if I was anything like he is now, I was surely a handful. He is here next to me, taking my hand off of the keyboard and placing it on the mouse. I keep telling him I need to use the keyboard right now to type, and that I do not need the mouse for anything just yet. He pretty much makes it very hard to do anything on the computer, an office is needed in this house. However, being locked away from him will be just plain sad, so I guess I have to figure out a way to keep him entertained while I sit on the computer.
I wonder how some parents can multitask with their children. Difficulties arise when I try to do something with him around, such as him undoing what I had just done. Computer time is always interrupted, playing games is complicated, and now again he moved my hand to the mouse. If only I can understand what he is always trying to say to me, and vice versa. Patience, a thing I have not come close to acquiring enough of, needs to be my best friend.
Last night my family went out with some friends to Christmas in the park, thank God it was not a very cold night. My son Ender enjoyed the festivities by running around the whole time, not really taking a moments notice at his surroundings. Eventually, we came upon an attraction that had a bubble machine, and he was stuck there, literally, for about ten minutes. You see, we have one of those backpack leases for him, a monkey actually, so he can walk us like a dog walks their owners. Well, there was a picket fence that we looped the leash on, and our little child was stuck there with the bubbles, but he was all smiles and squeals of enjoyment. Bubbles.
Bubbles will forever be fascinating, for children and adults. They float, shimmer, fluctuate and pop. There are times when I can sit and watch bubbles for a few minutes, but I have seen thousands of bubbles in my lifetime. I cannot imagine what he felt the first time he saw bubbles. Being as young as he is, I am certain he has forgotten about them. Imagine how awesome it would feel to feel what he feels when he observes these things, reality would forever feel foreign. I love this kid, even though he causes me such frustration.
I wonder how some parents can multitask with their children. Difficulties arise when I try to do something with him around, such as him undoing what I had just done. Computer time is always interrupted, playing games is complicated, and now again he moved my hand to the mouse. If only I can understand what he is always trying to say to me, and vice versa. Patience, a thing I have not come close to acquiring enough of, needs to be my best friend.
Last night my family went out with some friends to Christmas in the park, thank God it was not a very cold night. My son Ender enjoyed the festivities by running around the whole time, not really taking a moments notice at his surroundings. Eventually, we came upon an attraction that had a bubble machine, and he was stuck there, literally, for about ten minutes. You see, we have one of those backpack leases for him, a monkey actually, so he can walk us like a dog walks their owners. Well, there was a picket fence that we looped the leash on, and our little child was stuck there with the bubbles, but he was all smiles and squeals of enjoyment. Bubbles.
Bubbles will forever be fascinating, for children and adults. They float, shimmer, fluctuate and pop. There are times when I can sit and watch bubbles for a few minutes, but I have seen thousands of bubbles in my lifetime. I cannot imagine what he felt the first time he saw bubbles. Being as young as he is, I am certain he has forgotten about them. Imagine how awesome it would feel to feel what he feels when he observes these things, reality would forever feel foreign. I love this kid, even though he causes me such frustration.
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