Yesterday was spent doing the things of mom. Laundry, cleaning out dressers, giving medicine, reading books, and snuggling a sick little one. The other children seemed to move around me in the periphery because I was so focused on Hannah and getting her better.
Around 5:15, as I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Spence asked "are we going to McTeacher Night tonight?"
"You know buddy," I began, "Hannah is really sick still and I've already made dinner so I think we'll have to skip it tonight. Maybe we can go tomorrow night for Hannah's class if she's better."
"Ok Mom. I understand. Maybe my teacher can go tomorrow night too so I can see him there."
Crap, crap, crap.
When Brad came in at five to 6, I told him Spence and I were headed out for a quick date. I ran upstairs to try and make myself presentable because really? When you're quarantined at home all day with sick kids do you even think to put on makeup or brush your hair out of the shower? Me either.
I managed to get my hair into the world's smallest ponytail and off we went. Spence told me his teacher's shift ended at 6 and since it was quarter past, I said a quick prayer that he would still be there. We chatted in the car and I made a mental note to do this more with this particular kid. He fills my soul.
When we pulled up to a packed parking lot, I saw a huge smile break across Spence's face in the rear view mirror for who was holding the door for people but his very own Sr. Silva! That smile made my whole day.
After feasting on a Snicker's McFlurry and seeing all kinds of people from school, we made our way to the store for some quick grocery items (ie: more children's Tylenol) Spence pushed the cart and we talked, really talked, and I loved it. I forced my mind to stay in the moment and not run ahead of me like it usually does. We even snagged a Lucky Irish t-shirt to wear to school today.
Here's what I learned: Spence's needs are simple. He is more than willing to stand in the back and let others do, say, be what they want. He understands the workings of our family and never throws a fit when things don't go his way. And although his needs are simple, they are still his needs. And I need to pay more attention to that. To make sure that he knows how much he is loved and how valuable he is to our family.
Last night I got a good start with a McFlurry and a new t-shirt.
::Happy anniverary to my mom who, 44 years ago today, made her way from the old country to life in the States! I'm so glad you did!::