Went on an overnighter yesterday; a storm was headed towards the Philippines around the same time but I wasn't worried. The typhoon wasn't going to hit Manila. Besides, my eldest daughter was already on her semestral break, which means she'll be home for the next few weeks or so.
But when you're a mom, there will always be something. While K was around three, he placed a pillowcase over his head, mistook the stair landing for the bedroom door, and fell down the stairs; we went to the ER immediately. When S and K were around seven and nine, K put a plastic bead in S's left ear while the two were roughhousing; we hied off to the EENT pronto. But of course, it's not always a medical emergency. Too many times I've gotten phone calls or messages telling me that one child or another needed some fruit or vegetable, a scouting shirt, a formal theme notebook, or a costume for school the next day.
And so yesterday, while the wind was whistling a merry tune, I got a text from E saying she was running a fever. This basically meant the end of what I thought would be a stress-free day away from the kids. Today, I hurried home to see my eldest in bed, looking all sick and lonely. Despite the fact that E is already 20, it's still mommy who has to take care of her, make sure she eats, drinks her medicine, and gives her a sponge bath: the same things that I've done countless times in the 20 years that we've been together.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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