some things never change

For the past few days now I've been feeling under the weather and only seem to be getting worse. But as I lay here in bed wishing that my headache would finally go away or that by some miracle I could instantly feel better, I think back to when I was younger and all of the wonderful things my mom would do to make me feel better.

It's times like these that I wish she were here making me my orange tea that only seemed to taste perfect when she put it in my favorite mug, which of course, she always did.

There is nobody that can compete with my mom when it comes to making blanket beds on the couch or making the perfect chicken noodle soup. (You know, that super tasty kind in the box.) It may not have been homemade, but it was the best.

I would fake being sick on (more than one) occasion just because I liked that she would take the day off work and hang out with me. Even when she probably knew I was faking she would pull out all of the stops and make me all of my feel better treats. And by the end of the day, faking or not, I always felt better.

Of course as I got older I was forced to fend for myself (unless I was really sick) or she'd send in Grandma as the back up!

Too bad she can't be here with me now, because I know I would feel much better if she were. I guess no matter how old we get, sometimes we just need our moms for a little TLC.