Originally published January 2006
Last night my wife was out running some errands around 10 p.m. when my 15 year-old came down from his bedroom. "Dad," he mumbled, "I don't feel so hot."
It was true. I had heard him hacking upstairs for about 20 minutes beforehand and knew he wasn't feeling well. So when he came down looking for help I knew just how to handle it. I quickly opened up the bathroom closet, rifled through the plastic tub of forgotten remedies, and came out with the sure fire cure-all, NyQuil!
I turned around and handed him the bottle. "Here, take this," I said, feeling pretty good about my ability to come to his rescue in such a quick and effective manner. I just knew this was going to make him feel better.
This is when my big, 6-foot, grownup son just stood there and looked at me for about 5 seconds. This is when I realized that medication wasn't what he was looking for.
"Where IS mom anyway?" he moaned.
Apparently there will never be a substitute for good old fashioned "mom lovin" when you're sick, no matter how old you are.
Sometimes you just need your mom.