this week we have been knee deep in strep throat. it's funny, i remember being small and sick and having my mom or grandmother press their lips to my forward to check for fever. i remember thinking, how in the world are they doing this? is it some kind of special power? my father would always say that he could tell i was sick simply by looking in my eyes.
before i had children, these gestures were one of the many maternal things i thought a woman either had or didn't, and i was not convinced i had it. but this week, i found myself doing just this to check for fevers and look for signs. and each time i simply knew. one of those teeny gifts of caring deeply for another, i suppose.
as i opened windows to air out rooms, put fresh linens on beds, or found myself wiping down every surface i could think of - i tried to infuse those feelings of being cared for into each action. when in reality, i was tired from working and coming home to j who was burned out from dealing with two little guys with serious cabin fever...i kept reminding myself that these actions, these small gestures in these moments when we feel ill and vulnerable - they are some of the most genuine ways to express our love and concern for another, and in many cases, these small gestures stay with us for a lifetime.
thought i would share some link love of a few things i stumbled across this week...
now THIS is my kind of run
toni shared this sweet short film, it is really lovely
his street art is whimsical and breathes new life into old spaces
