And one of my children is sick. Why is it when a mother tries to leave town, she or one of the children usually gets sick? The Diva has been listless for days, but still attending school. This morning, I made her stay home, and she fainted, hitting her head, and jamming her finger and knee. The Diva faints when she’s really sick or badly hurt. Now, the poor thing is both.
When, she passed out, I was at my mother’s house. Mom is better, but still needs help. I picked up some prescriptions for her. Thinking the Diva was safe at home without me, I stayed and talked with my aunt and uncle who traveled from Missouri to perform some household repairs. My cell phone rang, and I couldn’t get to it in time. When Mom’s phone rang moments later, I knew there was a problem.
Several cases of mononucleosis have been diagnosed at the grade school level, but I don’t know about the Diva’s school. I vacillate between thinking it is mono and hoping instead, it’s just a minor virus. All morning I’ve debated about taking her to the doctor. I did last time, and it was a sinus infection. She doesn’t want to go, and she’s taller than I am.
Sheesh . . . now, I will feel divided in Austin. I always feel this way when I leave town, which isn’t often, and yet . . .
After talking over going to the doctor with the Diva (she is fifteen after all,) she pinned her large emerald eyes on me and said “Mom, I’ll be fine. Dad will take care of me.”
My heart seized with love for this daughter of mine, who knows how important it is for me to go. She has a writer’s conference at school tomorrow, and she informed me she can’t miss it. It helps too to know HH will care for her and the others while I’m away. They understand my writer’s heart, and have given me wings to fly.
So, why do I still feel torn in two?