November 9, 2010

Sick Little Man

You are the best sick person I’ve ever seen. You are clearly miserable and you look at me with the puppy dog eyes and the slight pout but you don’t complain. Oh sure, sometimes you’ll get frustrated with being sick and announce how much you don’t like being sick but even then, when tears well up in your eyes and you look at me to solve the one thing that I can’t so easily solve, you are still just a little boy who wants to be held.

You like snuggles and, when energy permits, playing Angry Birds on the iTouch. You don’t want to eat, you don’t want to sleep but then, without any warning, you’ll snuggle up in the comfy chair and fall asleep while watching Olivia on Nick Jr.

And even when you’re so sick that the doctor knows you have strep just by listing your symptoms, the idea of eating at McDonalds while we wait for your prescription to be filled is better than actually eating the food. And the idea of getting a fun toy in your Happy Meal is better than actually getting the toy. But you don’t complain.

I try to remember this when I don’t feel particularly well and I get cranky and want to bite off someone’s head at a moment’s notice. I remember how you just accept the illness and trust that this too shall pass. I learn a lot from you and I’m hopeful that you learn as much from me as I do from you.

Get well, Little Man.


  1. I had strep a lot as a kid. Not any fun. Get better soon, Monk – I hope those meds kick in quickly!

    On a side note, what is with this Angry Birds thing? I know so many kids who love it, and since all we have is an iPod Classic and the Webmaster’s BlackBerry, I’ve never seen it. Is it really that much fun?

    Comment by Deanna — November 10, 2010 @ 1:13 am

  2. Feel better soon, Monk!

    Comment by Allanna — November 10, 2010 @ 7:29 am

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