Earlier this week AJ and I got the flu. AJ’s was fairly mild with slight fever, headache and “frequent” potty breaks (if you catch my drift). I, however, was hit by a truck. Excruciatingly sore throat, fever over 102 degrees, chills, aches…every part of my body hurt! And extreme exhaustion.
At one point I came down from the bedroom trying to help Andrew with something… after the mere trip downstairs, I had to put my head down on the kitchen counter, literally crawl back upstairs and crashed on the floor for about a half hour before making it back into the bed. It was bad.
That, however, is not the point of this post. The point is how AWESOME my 7 year old was during all of this. Marc was able to pick up Andrew from school for me (which that alone brought me to tears, because I didn’t think I could manage it), but he had to work late that evening. Marc and Andrew had basketball practice at 7pm. Marc was going to end up getting home just in time to grab Andrew and leave. I needed the boys to eat dinner before that… but obviously wasn’t up to anything.
I asked Andrew in my barely audible voice if he would make dinner. So, with a little verbal instruction from me and him running up and down from bedroom to kitchen, he:
• Got the rice maker down from the top shelf of the pantry & made rice
• Got corn out of freezer and heated it in the microwave
• Warmed up leftover pork chops in the microwave
These were the only things I even suggested he could do (and he was excited to do them). But get this, he went above and beyond.
• He asked me what I wanted to eat and when I told me I couldn’t eat, he proceeded to bring me a little bowl of rice and a glass of water on a tray (cooling rack) up to the bedroom for me. I still couldn’t eat, but it was SO sweet of him.
• He completely dished up a plate including cut up meat for him and AJ (I’m pretty sure he “forgot” the corn on their plates).
• He made a plate for Marc complete with corn, rice & pork chops waiting for when Marc came home.
• He even “made” Crystal Lite for Marc. (However, there was only a little bit left in the fridge, so he poured that into a glass and filled the rest up with water – Marc said it was terrible, but wasn’t about to tell Andrew).
He really went beyond anything we would have imagined and he did with such a willing and enthusiastic spirit. I’m so proud of him (and didn’t care that the kitchen was an utter disaster when it was all done.)