The power of “mom”! Moms can heal hurt hearts with a hug and scrapes and scratches with a band-aid and kiss. Yet this week, I discovered that a space previously occupied by mom can also have healing powers.
The other morning, the boy woke up with stomach ache. No fever. A Tylenol was taken and then I offered my side of the bed. The boy quickly took me up on the offer and climbed into the still warm bed. He fell fast asleep after tucking. (It was early but the husband and I were already up for the morning.)
A while later, the boy reappeared, feeling better, but headed to the bathroom. And, after finishing his business we discovered the reason for the stomach ache—a bit if diarrhea. The husband looked at me perplexed; with an expression of what do we do now.
What do we do now? We serve up the BRAT diet. Bananas, apple juice, and dry toast were served for breakfast. We didn’t have any white rice in the house—for the “R” in BRAT, or we would have cooked and served that with a sprinkle of sugar on top.
The boy was feeling better and headed off to school. He was fully mended by the end of the day, announcing after swimming lessons that his “poop was back to normal.”
I am convinced that part of the healing was due to his brief sleep on my side of the bed that had a bit of “mom love” left over. Silly, I know, but I think the boy would say the same. Ah, the power of mom!