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The Sick Child’s Red Carpet

December 8, 2010

This week, I am reminded why having a sick child is like being visited by a foreign dignitary:

1. You are summoned and must respond instantly. Any plans go out the window.

2. The trip home is full of surprises. You were not ready for such a guest.

3.  Once on the highway, you learn to stop on a dime and throw open the door should they want to throw up or pick daisies.

4.  At home, the visitor’s feet may not touch the floor.

5.  Every pillow in the house is necessary to cushion the visitor. Every blanket is necessary to maintain the proper level of coziness, up to the chin.

6.  I serve tea and cookies from a tin. For a moment, the world stops.

7.  I remember that I enjoy serving tea. We both cry out with happiness.

8. After a while, we grow restless and irritable. The wind and the trees beckon. The cozy house begins to feel stuffy.  Somewhere, an invisible bell seems to ring.

9.  The spell is ending.

10. The tea is put away, pillows and blankets are returned to their places and our visitor returns to civilization refreshed. The car trip is uneventful.

11.  I take a long, hot bath and remember fondly my days on the couch, ringing a bell for soup.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Jan Baiden permalink
    December 8, 2010 4:33 am

    Stories this good make people hesitant to get a flu shot.

  2. December 8, 2010 1:20 pm

    aw shucks

  3. Matt Nicodemus permalink
    December 8, 2010 9:56 pm

    Would it were that interactions and happy processes of transformation were like that with more foreign dignitaries! Perhaps if we make the attempt to connect more deeply with them when they’re visiting?

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