Thank You...

Have you ever been so sick you tell yourself you're never going to feel good again? That you're never going to get well? Yeah, that's where I was earlier today. I've been stuck at home this week and I've missed out on a lot of things because I've had no choice but to clear my calendar. I know for some of you that sounds heavenly but for my energy type, it's pure punishment. I'm the girl that can't stay in her jammies past 6a (trust me, I've tried). That can't nap (even when I need to) unless it's Sunday afternoon. The one that has a hard time slowing down (if only I had a dollar for every time I heard that advice)! With all of these thoughts bouncing through my aching brain while I was waiting for a chest X-ray this morning, I managed to throw myself a pretty spectacular pity party.

Fast forward a few hours (and three new meds) later and party clean up has brought some much needed clarity. I'm grateful I'm not worse because for some that isn't the case (I need to get over myself). I'm grateful for quality medical care (complete with stupid forms and boring waits) because for some that isn't the case. But most of all, guys, I'm grateful for you. I'm blessed beyond measure and it's all because of so many of you. You guys amaze me.

Thank you for lifting me up this week and for being awesome! Thank you for caring and for taking time to reach out. Thank you for notes and texts and soup and fresh fruit and for homemade whoopie pies (forget I mentioned those because I can't share, I have germs)! I promise I'm on the mend and I'll be back in action soon, which means it's time to reschedule our plans. And there's a bonus... When we get together we'll get to go right to the front of the line because when I start hacking, people run! #NotContagious #StillNeedToDitchTheHeadache

WE HAVE TO GO...

We have a thing around here. A sure fire way to tell when the kiddo is annoyed with me. I get “mother”ed. The kiddo doesn’t call me mom or momma like he sometimes does when he’s tired, and he doesn’t send out a low, groaney, drawn out mom like other teens might do.  Nope.  Not my kid. Mine looks at me and very sharply says MOTHER and this is the tell, that not so subtle way I know that I’ve gone too far, overstepped my bounds, insulted his intelligence, breathed wrong on a given day, or otherwise just ticked him off.  

So imagine my surprise today when for the first time ever I check my texts and the word MOTHER pops up from the kiddo.  Before you judge me, just know that I’ve been in my office all morning staying in my lane and he’s at school.  I know what you’re thinking but cut me some slack.  Surely I couldn’t have screwed something up all the way across town, right?

We took the kiddo to see John Mayer last summer, his first concert and his best concert, and it was magical.  Our little trio had an amazing night and we made some of our biggest memories over sodas and wailing guitars.  Walking to the car we promised ourselves if John ever got close enough that we could go again, we’d do it without question.  That night is still something we talk about all these months later.  We promised each other.

When MOTHER landed on my screen this afternoon, I had to read the text twice before I could fully comprehend that the kiddo wasn’t saying it to chastise me, point out a flaw, or call me to the carpet for something.  Nope.  For the first time ever this MOTHER was used to snag my attention and hold it tight.  

HE’S COMING BACK 

After I figured out who HE was, my first thought was that I have no idea where we’ll be on August 12th. Where the kiddo will have landed for school and how I’ll be filling my time and dealing with the newly vacant room at the end of our hallway. 

WE HAVE TO GO  

Well of course we do! I have no idea if money for five tickets is in the budget but yes.  We have to go.  The kiddo has invited his dad and I to join him, his bestie, and his girl at the concert and there’s no place I’d rather be. There’s no place else I’m going to be.  

I’ve been mothered a lot over the past seventeen years but never once has it made me smile like it is right now.  Thanks for putting Indy back on the calendar, John. This is MOTHERhood gold.