Magical words

Calista fell ill again and was slightly feverish and oh-so-clingy yesterday.

I felt guilty about leaving the house for work right after she cried “I want mama…” Sigh. Watched over her as she slept last night, fitfully..coughing and woke up crying every 2 hours..it’s as though she is back to her infant days. It gave me empathy for parents of critically ill children though. I thought of the hell they go through and said a silent prayer for them.

In any case, she is much better today and her mood improved so much that she even waved cheerfully “Bye mama” when she saw me approaching the door this morning. That did nothing to assuage my working-mum-guilt. I got into sort of a funk thinking about it during the day, and coupled with the virus i think she passed me, i hugged my bolster and looked miserable when i was home in the evening.

Calista was such a sweet little girl as she went “Hmmm…? What happened?” I got her to play doctor and asked for hugs and kisses from the doctor as well. It was so cute, the way she tried to administer medicine by pouring imaginary potion over my afflicted areas, and the way she resolutely said “Ok!” whenever I wrangled hugs or kisses from her.

My mood was completely lifted a while later, when i was putting her to bed. i put my face close to hers as i patted her to bed. She used her hand to feel my face in the darkness, and spontaneously kissed my face 5x, before saying out of the blue “I love my mama”.

*heart melts*

All the worrying and sacrifice is worth these magical moments and words.