Morning came, as mornings do, and with it a question: Would Lexi be ready to go back to school after her umpteenth cough/fever combo? Or would I be ducking out of another field trip with Zack's class, leaving him seven year-old 'this is the worst thing EVER' sad?
Just add rain and no husband and I had the perfect storm.
Lexi had just decided to play it safe and stay home when I sat down quietly next to Zack to explain I wouldn't be able to make it when he yelped the most pathetic little yelp and she changed her mind. Girled up, if you will, with a little Advil and a hot shower.
It reminded me so much of what we Moms do - pushing through, trying not to let someone down - that I got a little choked up at her maturity.
Zack and I rode the bus down to the Water Resource center and learned about floods, and sturgeons and plants while a sweet little classmate turned my direction to heave, splattering his breakfast on my big black Danskos while I rubbed his back.
(A mother's work is never done.)
And we marveled at a Bald Eagle's nest, and soaked up the rainy May day that almost wasn't.