What a difference a week makes! I spent today with my little cowboys, doing the "mom thing." We went to their elementary school carnival, then rushed to make it to Little Middle's soccer game. It was the last game of the season--I wouldn't have missed sitting in a lawn chair on that muddy field for anything! We grabbed a quick lunch at Sonic, and headed back to the carnival to play all the games that we had missed earlier in the day. We now have more Skittles and Pixie Stix than I know what to do with...not to mention the make-your-own-snowcone stand. Goliath mixed as many flavors as he could get his hands on: Tiger's Blood, Limealicious, and Blue Raspberry, to name a few. Yuck.
After the carnival, I took Goliath and Little Middle to a friend's birthday party. I loved watching them play and helping them win tickets in the arcade. Did you know that you can get a lot of those mini-erasers and Tootsie Rolls (2 tickets each) in exchange for 353 tickets? A LOT.
After all that, we finished the day with pizza and a Phineas and Ferb marathon. Phineas and Ferb is hilarious. It seriously makes me laugh out loud.
I loved this day, not just because of the quality time I spent with my boys, but because of how normal I felt. What I feel privileged to be able to do today are the same things I never thought twice about before The Sickness...and sometimes even dreaded doing. Funny how my perspective, along with everything else in my life, has been altered.
Goliath is old enough to voice his own bedtime prayers. This is what he said to God tonight: "Dear God, thank you for my fun day today. Thank you for making Mommy feel better and please help her to remember to bring socks the next time we go to Going Bonkers so she can go on the slide with me. Amen."
Normal, even a taste, is very nice.