My son was excited to spend a few days with Grandad to start his holiday. Little did we know we’d end up spending most of our days there. My Dad and I had planned to take him to the mall for a treat the next day.
When my son woke the first morning I noticed a little isolated blister on his neck. I observed it during the day to notice no change, only to realize that more had cropped up in the evening before he fell asleep.
It was here...the dreaded chicken pox. As I calculated his incubation period, it took him back to the last few days of the last term. So naturally I alerted the other parents of my sons classmates to be observant of the fact that it might be heading their way too. After having done so, two of the kids had been feeling ill on the next day, and a few others had developed the vesicles by the end of that week.
We started the usual natural treatment, and thankfully my son had no other symptoms apart from slight itching, which was relieved quite fast.
We were quite thankful that it happened now, than much later in life, which is not pleasant when you’re an adult (from experience).
We were house bound in quarantine, and somehow my son was having the best holiday ever. I’ve watched the movie ‘PETS’ at least two or three times, and the ‘The Lion King’ at least four times (apart from the other times we’ve seen it!). Dad was just a video call away thankfully, as he was missing out on all the fun. As the days went by, we were thankful & blessed for his healing everyday. He didn’t seem bothered by all of the fuss my Dad and I were making over him.
He was more thrilled to be watching his movies with his mum (who wasn’t getting up to go to work), and spending evenings and mornings hugging and giggling. He did imaginary story times, was determined to draw a 3-D opened box, listened to stories from his Grandad about the earlier days ( good old days), got lessons on making his favorite porridge every morning from his Grandad. When I would walk into the kitchen I would hear their two voices having a good interesting conversation.
Had to draw that box!!
When I told my son that he’s not the only one who didn’t get to being out much in his holiday, he replied that he had the best holiday as he got to spend it with mum. My heart just melted (not the first time). He has a way of doing that to me...(Ahhhh)
I looked at him, feeling so blessed, and replied that I had an awesome holiday because I got to spend it with him.
We’d sit in the kitchen at night, he with his cup of Milo, me with my cup of tea, and chat about the day’s events (not yet 6 years old) or talk about some made up story which always intrigued me.
As much as I looked forward to going away for a short break, it actually ended up being the most valuable, precious, quality time with my son.
Sometimes plans might not actually work out the way you want it to, but there’s definitely a reason for it all, and being able to see the blessing in it, is the best part!