Sickness equals more snuggle time. What a trade-off...

I know it's perverse, but I love that extra cuddliness is a side-effect of a sick kiddo. Not that I want my kids to ever be sick, but when they are, I love that they want to snuggle with me.


Having boys means I deal with a lot of things I'm not, by nature, too excited about: fascination with dirt and other grossness, building with Legos, discovering facts about dinosaurs, pretending to be a race car or firefighter, and the inability of little boys to sit still for more than 30 second intervals. Usually, they're too busy running around, jumping on/off stuff, playing with Legos/dinosaurs/cars, etc, to spare anything but a few seconds to give me a hug or smooch before they're back to being busy.


When they're sick, however, our "quality mom-son time" quota gets a much-needed boost. Suddenly, I'm in high demand; rather than playing or running around, my little men will actually sit on the couch, snuggled right up to my side, resting their warm little faces on my chest, for hours. We could stay that way all day, our only disturbances being bathroom breaks, food/drink replenishment, and switching of dvds. It's heavenly.
I pray for my sons' good health daily, but am grateful for the little illnesses that let us reconnect...even if it is just until the antibiotics kick in.