Love is the best medicine
Olivia felt sick. I told her gently to rest on the sofa and I’d make her a hot drink. I offered to hug her and kiss her and tell her how wonderful and special she is, if that would make her feel better.
On another day, I had a tummy ache and just wanted to lie down. She sat with me. I asked her to hug me and kiss me and tell me nice things to make me feel better.
She laid down next to me and put her little arms around me and obliged. “You’re a great mom. You take me places and do stuff with me and volunteer at my school, and I love all the things we do together. I love you,” she said, and kissed me.
“I love you too,” I replied, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
My gosh, I love this child.
Love is the best medicine.