Today we were going to start homeschooling with the letter A and an apple theme. Books were ready, activities set. Yup, that's what we were going to do.
Until I drove my middle son to the ER at midnight due to an asthma attack we couldn't couldn't control. And then had to stay there for three hours free and clear of symptoms before we were allowed to go home.
Thank God, he's okay. Asthma is scary and frustrating. The ER is scary and frustrating, especially about 2:30 a.m.
But he's tired today, and super croaky. And he didn't have any energy and neither did I.
But it's okay but today made me realize a couple of things. Being at the ER stunk but at no point was I worried about either having to call in to work the next morning or how tired I would be the next day. Or having to pay for childcare days I couldn't use because he was sick. Or taking him somewhere where he'd be exposed to more germs and potentially make him sicker while his immune system was already down.
Nope, none of those thoughts crossed my mind because family comes first right now. And I love that. I cannot go back in twenty years and give my children the childhood I wished I had given them, now is the time, the only time, I have to do it right, the way I want to, the way they want me to.
Because it is on the good days that we make memories, it is on the bad that we use those memories to heal our hurts.
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