Yesterday morning started off as a pretty rough day. The night before last, Tali was up until 4am. No joke. The problem was she was just throwing a fit for some reason. We would put her down for bed and she would be fine for a few minutes then start freaking out again. She wasn't tugging on her ear or running a temperature or anything. She was just getting really stiff. We figured she probably had gas since she kept tooting, so we gave her some gas medicine and she seemed fine.....then it started all over again. So needless to say we didn't get much sleep. I was so afraid I would be so on edge and just lose it with my daughter that it scared me to be alone with her. Mainly because I was so irritably from being so sleep deprived. Luckily, things got better as the day went on.
Yesterday morning I was checking email and facebook when I realized what day it was. Eight years ago yesterday, my favorite uncle had passed away of pancreatic cancer. He was such a wonderful man and always made you feel like you were the most important person when he was talking to you. I don't know where I would be if I didn't have him to help me through my adolescence. He was always there for me whenever I needed him. He would take me on "daddy/daughter dates even though it was never his responsibility to take on that roll for me. He was so loving and gentle. I never heard him say a bad thing about anyone. He also had an amazing sense of humor.
As I was reminiscing the times I shared with him, I couldn't hold back the tears because I missed him so much. I almost felt a little embarrassed crying in front of my daughter. Dumb, I know. Even though I was having a rough morning, I also had a few reasons to smile. As I was having my little moment, my sweet daughter came over to me, wrapped her arms around me and started patting and rubbing my back. It was at that moment I felt the same kind of love my uncle had always shown me. From that moment on my day turned around completely. The sun was shining and even some of the flowers in my yard had started to bloom! All in all it turned out to be a pretty good day.
4 comments:
Lovely post. :)
i know, my kids do that sometimes too. keep waking up for some reason, every 30 min or so. so annoying, and me too, i get scared of how mean i get when i'm tired. so don't feel bad. your'e not the only one.
Delma has been having rough nights lately because she has been having nightmares. It is about this age where their imagination gets going and they don't know the difference between that and reality.
Glad you were able to get a hug and feel better!
-Jan
Very sweet post!
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