take it into me.

Son-boi has had a fever the past two days.

Yesterday had me staying here at home with him, cuddling him and making him choke down his dreaded children's Tylenol. I have changed his lil pull-ups like 40 times. Projectile vomited clothing is now sitting in a the dryer.
Pobrecito.

I actually went to work this morning for a few hours. Had to go in to do what I do. Shi'ma was able to watch my love and it is now me that sits with him this afternoon. He actually ate some cheese crisp and managed to even shoot some baskets. His lil eyes are still a bit droopy and he is still slightly warm. However, he is a lot better than he was yesterday.

Right now, he is napping in his Thomas the Train bed. Asleep and yelling at me in his dreams.

As most moms will tell you, I have managed to catch a bit of his sickness too. But, like many Moms will tell you true, Moms are never really sick. We can't be.

Just like anything that causes him pain, I wish it on me instead. It's funny how there is not question in my mind that I would put my life to the sky to benefit his. I want to shoulder all the pain he will face in this life, to take it within myself and shelter him from the world and its anger & hate. I know that this is not possible, or even healthy., but when you have a child, you can understand.

I know now, when my mother said," When you have your own child, you will understand."

It's funny when you realize she was right.