BLISTER AT THE "BUST" STOP.... OH MY!!!
Anna made it to the bus stop fine. Then she starts in with "oh, oh, my foot.... ohhhhh." I said that I would run to the house quickly and get some sneakers and socks because I knew she had a blister. "Oh, Mommy, I need to rest my foot, ohhhh." I told her to sit down. "But Mawwwmmy, it hurts because you touched it." Pouting child. Yes, I washed her boo-boo and put a band aid on it after I dried it gently. Oh shame on Mommy. Now I am amused at the drama.
I told her to sit down. She sat on the ground. Pouty face continued to plague the bus stop. The other 7 year old girl came to the bus stop, smile on her face. Her parents are really nice and made the sad face when they saw her sitting on the ground looking like she had lost her best friend to some horrible tragedy. I didn't pay any mind.
I had already gone over how I went to school with boo-boos including blisters, headaches, scrapes, cuts, sprained ankles and crutches, broken arms with casts, runny noses, sore throats and so on. She then piped in about how she probably wouldn't go to school if a tree fell down and chopped her arm off. I almost bellowed with laughter but held back. This was too farking funny! "No, Anna, you wouldn't go to school if a tree fell on you and chopped off your arm. You would go to the ER and they would have to do surgery and you would be traumatized for life and you would miss some school. BUT you would end up returning to school anyway. It's just something you have to do. It's your job."
She gave me the look. The poisonous darts missed. They came spinning at me full throttle right from the look of death my little princess dared to give me. I think I had the shield of invincibility that day. I kissed her forehead and told her that I loved her. The bus was coming. She got up, ran over to the regular place JUST FINE and got on the bus, didn't look out the window to wave and I just smiled.
Oh, the drama!
When the bus returned her to me from school, she ran to me all hugs and smiles. There was not one single word uttered about the blister. It was all up hill from there and she gabbed on and on about how much she loves second grade, her friends and her awesome teacher. She thought it was funny how he walked by a mirror and said, "time to trim the nose hairs!" I think having a male role model will be good for my little princess. She is quite a diva.
THE THROAT!!!!
Yesterday we started off with the "Mom, I can't talk much and I think I have a fever." I took Anna's temperature all of 7 times and the highest I could get it to go was 98.7 degrees F. I looked down her throat with the giant black Mag light and I told her that there was a little irritation, but nothing to be concerned over because we both suffer from seasonal allergies. She wasn't convinced that her nurse Mom was correct. "Mommy, you are not a professional. I need to go to the doctor. The doctor is a professional." What a clever girl. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I told her we would see if an allergy tablet helped her condition and see if some juice and breakfast helped. She had that deep and raspy voice down to a T!
After breakfast we went to her room to get her ready for school. But I told her I had to check her throat again. Before I checked her throat she climbed back into bed. Of course this was not permissible because she was already busted and didn't know it. I had already made up my mind last school year that unless she's really puking or has a real fever, she is NOT going to the doctors office! Enough my darling girl.
She pretended she was exhausted and closed her eyes. I looked at that angelic and sweet face and told Anna that it was time to get dressed. I think she became paralyzed for a moment! Oh, egadz! Another condition to worry about (note that there is much sarcasm in my writing today). Just to be sure she was not becoming stone, I had to tickle the girl! Instantly there was laughter, an audible voice, wiggling and giggling and cries of "Mommy, stop!!!" All of the sudden I had to let Anna know that I realized that the tickles and juice combined with the allergy medicine must have cured her throat. Right after I said that she did a very sadly performed fake cough. I called her on it.
We had minutes to spare to get ready for the bus, but luckily I had already made her lunch and was dressed in my scrub clothes for this time of day. We made it to the bus. We ran. It had to be dramatic after that performance. I laughed most of the way home. It was another morning with my lovely 7 year old actress. There was no applause, but there was lots of love and hugs before she got on the bus and even a wave to me as the bus passed by onto other destinations before school.
If these stories are not precious, I don't know what is. It's what we enjoy now and treasure and hold onto that counts. There might not be a tomorrow. We never know. I'm so glad I have had these experiences and now I can tuck them away in my heart pocket. They draw me closer to my daughter. I couldn't wish for anything sweeter.
Someday I will have to tell her these little stories. Maybe if she has children of her own she will be just as amused as I am.
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