10/21/2005
I finally made it off my couch. Thanks for all the well wishes yesterday. It's nice to come back to work when it's Friday, it sort of gives you a bit of motivation to make it through the day. Yesterday while at home on my couch, I had so much time to think - not really a good thing. I actually was thinking about how every time I get sick, I want my mom to be around. It's sort of weird but comforting in a way too. I remember when I was a kid and I had the flu or something, my mom would make me chicken soup with stars, give me saltines crackers and let me drink 7up - as much as I wanted. She'd get me all comfy on the couch and let me watch endless hours of cartoons or videos. Every hour or so she'd come in, kiss my forehead to see if I had a fever, then disappear to do mom stuff. I remember her holding my hair back as I bent over the porcelain god, all the while telling me everything would be ok. It's strange, I've had a guy or two do the same for me over the years, none had the same effect. My mom could make me feel better just by being near me. I guess that's what makes mom's so great, they have hidden powers of healing. Yesterday I wanted my mom but she's off cruising the Pacific on some ship - not fair, she's supposed to be here when I need her. Since I couldn't talk to her, I called her voicemail and surprisingly enough I felt a little bit better just hearing her voice. I wonder why that is. It still amazes me that in my thirty some years of living the only person on this planet that can make me feel the tiniest bit better when I'm sick, is my mom. I wonder if I'll have the same effect on my daughter. I wonder why my significant other can't make me feel this way. I know he loves me, he tries to pamper me when I'm sick but it just doesn't feel the same. Why?
I had a dream last night that about when I was 8 years old and I had the chicken pox. My mom brought me home a 'baby feels so real'. She was awesome, she ate baby food and peed and pooped in her diapers. My mom took off work to stay home with me and every day for a week we played house and pretended to be princesses. She cooked me tomato soup and grilled cheese and she hugged me - she wasn't afraid of catching the 'pox'. God I loved her; I felt safe. Why can't I have that back - even when I'm not sick. I hate being a grown up.
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I have to say, Dad makes me feel good but I'd barf if he tried to make comfort food. It would prolly be something like ramen noodles and hot dogs...hahaha Like weenies mixed with the noodles. He is very non-cooking.
Very good blog. I will definitely be back. And *blushing*... don't "your majesty me"... lol Thats reserved for Miladysa because I am sooo far from that...haha ;-) Thanks for stopping by.
My mom would do the same thing about stopping in every hour just to give a kiss on the forehead. That felt better than any Bayer aspirin.
You're lucky that your mother's present journey is round-trip. I lost my mom seven years ago, and now she's the one waiting for me to come home.