Fixing You

I woke up this morning to a persistent tap tap tap I could hear coming from down the hall. I rolled over and stretched as far as I could to look out the bedroom door without getting off the bed. And, in the distance, was Cade, kneeling on the floor, single-mindedly hammering at something with his new toy hammer. He looked up, and caught my eye. “I’m fixin’ it, Mommy! I’m fixin’ my Spongebob!” I smiled and replied, “That’s so good, Baby! Keep going!” And with that, I rolled over, and tried to catch a few more Z’s before I’d have to get up for good.


[a few minutes later]

I can feel a tapping on my feet and toes and legs. They’re mostly soft taps, but there are some quick raps in there for good measure. I look down, and there’s ‘Lil C, banging away. He looks up at me, eyes bright, all smiles and lashes and dimples. “I’m fixing you, Mommy! I’m fixing you!” I laugh and give him a hug and a kiss. “Are you all better now, Mama? Yay! ALL BETTER!”

And then I think. And it hits me.

I am all better. I woke up this morning for the first time in weeks without a headache, and without a dread for the day ahead.

So, ‘Lil C, thank you. Thank you for fixing me, time and time again.