Yesterday, I wrote about being under the weather with a cold. By the way, I’m starting to feel much better, thank you. Here is the detail of a conversation I had with my 7 year-old daughter, also yesterday.
A: Mom, are you feeling better? (She asked not in an upbeat sort of way, but in an extremely concerned kind of quiet way.)
Me: Oh yeah A, thanks for asking. I do feel better today. Doesn’t my voice sound lots better?
A: Yeah it does. (She says in a very surprised way.)
Me: A, why does it seem you are so surprised that I am feeling better?
A: Well, because Daddy said on Sunday that you sounded like you were dying. (She says as her eyes begin to fill with tears.)
Me: A, did you think he meant that I was really going to die? (I said in a startled, oh no bad parenting moment coming sort of way.)
A: Yes, I did. (Full tears now in eyes.)
Me: Oh no! Daddy was just exaggerating. (Me proceeding to give lame examples involving eating like a pig, tall as a giraffe. What the hell do all of these examples have to do with animals?!?)
A: Oh, ok. So, you’re better then? (Her tears stopped. She’s starting to move on from my clutching embrace to go play.)
Me: Yes, I’m feeling much better. Totally better. Err, thanks for being concerned?? I love you. (Me moving towards phone to verbally kill husband…)
After a delightful phone conversation with T, I started to think. Do I not even warrant a good bye or I love you with all of my heart, Mom? She thought I was going to die yesterday, but pretty much acted normal all day. Either I am way more replaceable than I would like to think or she is one brave little cookie. I’m sort of hoping it’s the later.