I
called in sick today. Instead of my boy going to school as he was supposed to
do, he decided he had to “take care of me”. He’s done this ever since I had a
really bad car accident last summer.
Every
little thing I feel, especially if I’m sick enough to stay in bed, he gets
worried. Belligerent and worried is more like it, but I know it comes from a
place of love. It just took us parents a while to remember that today.
I
think I got it faster than my husband did as it was a difficult day where our
son fought hard to stay home and stay right beside me. We finally gave in and
let him as that is all that could be done anyway. And the rest of the day was
really good once we got past he wasn’t going anywhere.
Being
There
A
gentle beginning of the day
I
gave way to finding rest
Later
it looked like a test
As
a wanting child discovered
And
came to uncover me
Smothering
me with his own
Brand
of love
He
pushed and shoved my feet,
As
his special way to greet,
Wanting
me to meet today,
He
thought he could sway
Me
to be at my job,
I
felt like a slob
As
he prodded me to turn
Towards
him
His
half shy grin was akin
To
bamboo under my nails
I
felt wan and pale, quite stale,
This
is why I returned to my bed
My
head ached
This
was a mistake,
As
he stayed entrenched,
No
one could wrench him
Away
from me
And
so it should be
He
is free to be
Away
at school
Where
adults think him cool
Instead
of sitting here
Showing
his care
His
invading my space
is
how he makes
me
aware
that
he will always be there
I
cannot sway him
That
I am not going anywhere
Still
he gazes from his chair
So
aware of me
In
all things that be
This
is part of the healing
Another’s
presence or being
With
someone
When
they doubt
Feeling
troubled within and without
Or
just under the weather
Untethered
to all that supports
Who
they are
A
little nudge from under the covers
A
slight struggle
Pushing
you out of a warm bed
Forces
you to confront instead
This
other that needs you
Feeds
you
And
sees you
As
you are
A
rising star
Or
not
They
do not care
As
they stare
Big
eyes wide
They
look inside
And
ask if you’ll always
Be
there
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