My little caretaker

This Winter of 2018-2019 was brutal for me!  I got a chest cold from you and Ashlynn that quickly took a dark turn into bronchitis.  Thinking there was nothing doctors could do, I tried to power through on only DayQuil, only to feel more fatigued and exhausted as the weeks went on.  I have never been so sick for so long.  I felt so bad coming home and just going to bed.  I know you and Ashlynn missed me, but there was nothing I could do.  I was hurting with a pounding headache and fever at the end of most days. 

At the end of the second week, after going out in the cold to Target trying to get Ashlynn ready for the Daddy/daughter dance, I had a coughing attack that sent spasms through my entire chest that I could not stop.  I decided while her and daddy went to the dance, I had to go to Urgent Care.  You initially whined and complained.  Why did we have to leave and do something boring that would take forever you asked.  I felt bad. I had already been absent for two weeks, it wasn't fair for you to have to sit in a waiting room and doctor office on a Friday night.  I gave you two options.  You could go with me or I could get Grandma Baskall to come over and watch you.  About 30 minutes later I asked if you had made your decision.  You hesitated and so I said maybe you could come with me and call daddy in case something happened.  You said that was the choice you were going to make all along and came with me. 

Jace, I was so proud of you that night.  I had a fever, a headache, and was feeling terrible.  You were so mature and grown up through the entire thing.  You had to wait for a total of almost three hours, and you did so watching the iPad and being quiet and respectful.  Through my haze of sickness I would look at you incredulously.  Just a few short years ago, you were the boy who whizzed around the doctor office, playing on the stool, crashing into walls, leaping off the exam table, opening and closing every drawer and touching every button.  I remember one visit where you pulled the nurse's call button and she was not happy to come and see it was a false alarm caused by a toddler whose mom clearly had not control over. 

When I left to get an Xray, you called Grandma Smith and calmly explained the situation.  When we left, three medical professionals commented on what a good boy you were and one said how proud I must be.  I quickly agreed.  I am sooo proud of you and even prouder you are my son.  I know you are only six, but you are an amazing boy, soul, and human.  I love you so much.  I see all the potential this world has to offer when I look into your eyes, and I just pray I can encourage you to be the person I know you can be.

Thank you for being my son.  I'm the luckiest mom in the world.  I love you forever.

Love,
Mom