Two Fridays ago, i woke up feeling like there’s a ball stuck in my throat. It was hurting pretty bad and i thought i was having an onset of colds or tonsilitis. Quietly, i told the people at home that i had a sore throat. Maybe i said it in a very quiet way that nobody seemed to have minded.
That same night, He Man arrived and said he wasn’t feeling well. When i told him my throat has been hurting since morning, the reply was : “You can’t get sick! Somebody has to take care of Mr. Big!” (please refer to Cast of Characters page to know who Mr. Big is). For some reason, I got instantly healed that weekend… or maybe my throat cooperated — for Mr. Big’s sake.
Last Friday morning, my throat was acting up again. It felt so dry and again, it was hurting. (I don’t know why but i keep getting sore throats on Fridays… hmmm.) Again, I quietly told the people at home that I wasn’t feeling too well.
That afternoon, when i picked up The Son from school, I found him sitting quietly in one corner, flushed and feverish. And so we headed straight to a clinic so a pediatrician can take a look at him. Since the Son was obviously sick… and someone had to take care of him… well, my sore throat was once again forgotten.
I guess it goes with the territory. When you’re the mom — and a hands-on one, at that– you are not allowed to get sick. You are expected to stay strong and healthy so you can hold the fort 24/7. Though most of the time you are thought of and treated as a mere “hero support,” when the going gets tough, Super Mom is the one left standing.
Ultimately, the last man standing… is a woman.
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