Logan gets up from my bed and, as he has tears running down his face, says, "Ok." Well, gosh let's just tear my heart out of my body right now. Then Logan goes into his bathroom and promptly throws up. Decision made, I stay home and Logan stays home. So, then I have to make a few phone calls to arrange for things to be covered for me that day. Alec goes off to school and Logan lies down on my bed.
I go off to check email and Logan comes to tell me that he has thrown up a second time. I then get out the crackers and the lemon lime soda. I get a cool washcloth for him to wipe his face. Then I get the newspaper and my book and sit down on the bed with him. Logan cuddles up next to me and falls asleep. Forty-five minutes later he wakes up and informs me that he is feeling better. He wants to go back to school, because he doesn't want to miss his basketball game later that afternoon.
Enter--dilemma! I've kept Logan home from school because he was ill, now he is better and wants to play in his basketball game. Do I let him go back to school--even if I only know it's because of the game? Or do I keep him home and try to make a point with him? Decision made, we have soup for lunch and I tell him if he is still feeling ok an hour after lunch--back to school he goes.
So what happened? He went back to school; I did some grocery shopping, visited with a friend and read my book. And, his team won their game!
So, what's my point to this whole story? Even at twelve, kids sometimes just need to throw up and rest some; have Mom cuddle with them and they will feel better. Alec's teacher sent me the following poem; I think it says it all.
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