Monday, January 18
Cough Drops and Risk.
So, Lydia may end up being our negotiator.
Laila has a cough. AGAIN. Both girls had such a terrible cough over the Christmas holiday that I think I have PTSD. Every time anyone so much as clears their little throats, I twitch a little. Now that another cough has reared it's ugly head, I've brought out all of the cough medicines, the essential oils, the Vick's vapor rub, the Benadryl (don't judge), the honey syrup and, Laila's favorite, the cough drops. I let her keep the cough drops by her bed because, over Christmas, I was basically dousing them in everything and pouring all the medicines down their throats and letting Laila have all the cough drops she wanted because sleep. WE ALL NEED TO SLEEP.
You know of what I speak.
We've all been there. Solidarity.
Well, Laila eats these cough drops voraciously and, since I'm begging sweet baby Jesus in the manger for SOMETHING to work, I let her. Poor Liddy knows she must be missing out on something good.
Tonight, the following conversation happened:
Lydia: I want a cough drop!!
Me: No, sister. You can't have a cough drop.
Lydia: I won't spit it out!!
Me: My love, you're two. Two year olds can't have cough drops because you might choke.
Lydia: (thinking... big smile...) I'M FIVE!!
Ha ha, nice try, little one. You can't pull that one on me. I was there the day you were born!
And now, dear reader, I'll let you in on something:
I started the first draft of my children's book.
Because, as a wise friend told me last week, "If you want it, do it."
I want it, ya'll, so I'm doing it.
I'm forging ahead into the scary and uncertain world of true authorship.
It is a new year after all!
There is probably something that you are terrified of doing.
What would be so bad about taking a risk? Even a tiny one.
We can do it together. We'll hold each other's hand.
In this, as in parenthood and adventure and the daily work that you painstakingly put your hands to, listen my friend, I'm on your side.