I’m really appreciating my mom right about now…
Remember when you were a kid and you would get sick? You’d stay home from school, lay in bed and mom would feed you soup and crackers and magically heal you with love and Campbells?
Yeah…those were the good old days.
sigh…
You see, I am dealing with the worst cold in history, it just keeps lingering on and on and on and on…just when I think the worst is over, I wake myself up coughing. Boo.
See I am a firm believer in mind over matter, and positive thinking, so I keep telling myself “you’re not sick Kasi, you are happy and Healthy” Its all lies! I am sick and its obnoxious.
Its obnoxious because I remember what it was like to lay in my parents huge waterbed and fall in and out of sleep watching the Carebears movie, or Jurassic Park, classics like that.
I remember my mom pressing her cool hand on my hot forehead and calling me her Brave little soldier.
I remember feeling safe and warm and spoiled and AWESOME!
Cut to today, no one’s calling me their Brave little anything.
There’s no water bed, just my Queen in a room that is rapidly filling with laundry.
Laundry that I don’t have time to do because I have to work even though I’m not feeling well…(hey, any excuse not to do laundry).
Growing up is only sucks when I remember how rad childhood was!
SO, in conclusion, Its not Mother’s Day but…I’d like to thank my mother anyway. For, feeding me snickers and soda when I slammed my finger in the door. For making me blueberry pancakes on Wednesday mornings (they were the best blueberry pancakes ever, even if they were frozen), for singing “Beautiful, Beautiful Brown Eyes” to me every night, for always having all the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies, for always having all the ingredients for most baked goods in general (why don’t I ever have baking powder when I need it?) For being amazing, and most of all for calling me your Brave Little Soldier.
aaaahhh…
There it is…
I feel a little bit better…
Now off to cough myself to sleep.
