Sick days are turning out to be some of my favorite days around here. Last week, I had a undulating stomach and was fighting fatigue. I immediately set my goals for the day to almost zero. I hung out on the couch and let my kiddos crawl over me. I experienced my son driving his matchbox car down my legs. After the couch, I moved to the floor, which is another invitation for children to climb aboard. I put my son on my feet and suspended him in the air like an airplane. My daughter practiced standing by balancing her 10 month old frame with a one-handed grip on my nose. I blew bubbles and my son screamed and screamed with delight!
In the afternoon, I pulled out one container of blue play dough and cookie cutters. We made Christmas tree cutouts that ended up looking like fish. After the play dough, a simple fort of blankets and pillows so again I could just lay on the floor in our tent and have fun without spending much energy. By evening I realized we had just enjoyed one of our best days together in weeks. A cancelled agenda mixed with lots of time and love was the perfect recipe. I guess being sick isn’t so bad if it slows me down enough to have delightful, quality time with the children I cherish. It was an unexpected blessing and a good lesson for me to remember.