Claire has been home sick all week. As my kids have gotten older and consequently, sick less often, I had forgotten how tiring it is to care for a sick person. There were times this week that I was wishing for a moment to myself but I mostly had moments that I soaked up with my little girl who is fastly becoming a big girl. By day three of her illness both of us were sick of being stuck inside and so I suggested we take a walk. She wanted to get outside but felt too weak to walk so I offered to push her in the stroller. For part of the walk I felt funny pushing an almost 6 year old in the stroller but then it struck me that it was likely the last time I would be pushing her in a stroller. I have to say I enjoyed every minute of pushing her and by the end I felt a tiny bit wistful and confused at the passage of time. She has spent most of week wanting to be held and sung to and I had forgotten how fulfilling that can feel to have your child asleep on your lap.
(Note reads: Dear Mom, I love you so very much. You make me feel like a flower)
