Did You Miss Me?

Dear Jack,

Do you remember me?

I'm your mama.

I know you haven't seen much of me lately. But do you remember that unmoving lump under the covers in mama's bed? That was me. So really, I've been around. It's just that I have been far too sick to be any fun at all.

And in a "glass half full/half empty" way, the best/worst part has been that you have not been sick.

It was the best part because you were not sick, of course, and I am so grateful for that. Not just because this illness that your sister and I had came with high fever that might have been scarier in your little body than it was for me or her. Not just because being sick is miserable and I don't want you to be miserable. No, there was also the issue of how much harder it would have been for your dad to take care of a sick Sydney, a sick mama, AND a sick Jack. Especially since you're even more of a mama's boy when you don't feel well and I was too sick to care for you.

Being well, though, was the worst part because we had to keep you well, which meant, for five days, no hugs and kisses from your mama. For five days, I have barely touched you. For five days, I have not snuggled with you at all.

On the other hand, for five days, you were the only reason I got out of bed. When your dad picked you up from daycare, I would move to the chair in the living room so I could watch you play until bedtime. And once you were in bed, back to bed I went.

But it really wasn't enough.

It's funny to miss someone you have actually been sharing a roof with, but I do.

I miss you.

Let's do something fun tonight.

Love,
Mom