My boy got up at 2:30 last night and came and stood by my side of the bed. I awoke to the sound of his voice saying, "Mama. Mama. I don't feel good." I reached my hand out to touch him and I knew instantly that he was burning up with fever.
I crawled from my slumber and took his temperature. The thermometer read 103.1. No wonder his skin felt like it was on fire. I gave him some Tylenol and a glass of cold water and then held him close as we sat side-by-side on the sofa for a little while.
When I suggested he go back to bed, my boy replied with a pitiful, "OK. But will you snuggle me? I feel awful." What else could I say but, "Yes."
I followed my boy back to his bedroom and climbed up next to him in the bed. He lay his feverish head on my chest and promptly fell back to sleep. As I lay there, savoring the moment, I let out a prayer of thanks for my son... for eleven wonderful years... for the man that he will soon become...
My sweet boy woke up just a few minutes ago, his cheeks still flushed with fever. While I hate that he is not feeling well, I am thankful for the chance to spend this Tuesday with my son.
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