Today, my precious five year old daughter is sick with fever and vomiting. Her school nurse called me and requested that I come and pick her up. Of course I rushed right to the school to get her. Now we are home and all she wants to do is lie in bed and snuggle with me. She needs me to bring her crushed ice and won ton soup while she watches her movie. She needs me to just sit with her and rub her back. And that is all that I want to do for her. I don't want to read Frankenstein, I don't want to blog and I don't want to write my lesson plans. These are the days that I question returning to school. These are the days that I am wracked with the guilt that I may not be giving my children undivided attention. Maybe I should have waited until my daughter was a little older and could handle being away from me.
Somehow I will get it all done. I will make sure that my daughter is taken care of and I will finish my assignments. She will feel better and life will go on. And somewhere at the end of the tunnel, I will be both a school teacher and most importantly, a mother.
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