I hate to admit it, but two days ago I was so annoyed by my six-year-old walking around the house moaning and whining about her sore throat. She kept making these moans that sounded something like, "Uhhh. Ohhh." I knew she wanted sympathy and for some reason I just didn't want to give it. I kept telling her, "I know you don't feel well, but you need to be tough."
Then Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from the school nurse to come pick her up from school. As soon as I walked in the door, she started to cry from relief. She was so sick and so happy her mommy had come to rescue her. Her tonsils were huge! I felt so bad for not being more sympathetic and also really, really grateful to be a stay-at-home mom who can just run to the school when my kids need me.
We took her home, got her jammies on, and tucked her in on the couch in front of cartoons. Then I noticed my own throat feeling a little sore. Within a few hours it hit me, too. Fever. Golf-ball sized tonsils that killed me every time I wanted to swallow.
And guess what I wanted right away?
Sympathy. : )
Next time I'll pass out the sympathy right away so I don't have to learn the hard way.