If there’s one thing I hate more than being sick, it would be taking care of a sick child. No, it’s not so much the whining, it’s more the feeling of helplessness when I know there’s so little I can do to make them feel better. I caught a cold a few days ago and tried very hard not to pass it on to Kamalani but we spend so much time together, it was almost impossible to avoid her catching my cold. This morning she woke up congested. I gave her a cold tablet and it took an act of God for her to finally agree to chew on the tablet. After eating breakfast, I let her email her papa then I sent him an email translating her message. She looked too cute sitting at the computer banging away on the keyboard and reading her message outloud while she typed. Then she turned to me and asked if I can type as fast as she can. I guess I could if I hit random keys like she did!
After doing our emails, we played for a few minutes until she told me to hold her because she was tired. Now this girl is never tired. She has the energy of …. well, ALOT of energy that she wears all of us out. I know I should’ve felt relieved that she wanted to take a nap, I should’ve been gleeful, but I wasn’t. I knew it was because she wasn’t feeling well and that sucks : (
When she woke from her nap, her throat was dry so her voice was very hoarsed. She looked at me sadly and said, “grandma, I lost my voice. Where did it go?” I told her she needed to drink some special tea so I made her a small cup of tea and had her sip it. Then she spoke and her voice was back. She thought it was MAGICAL! I sorta gave her the idea because she loves Little Mermaid and she related her lost voice to Ariel losing her voice to Ursula. But alas! The queen (that would be me) came to rescue the Princess (that would be her) with a cup of magical tea!
I love being the Magical Queen