I realize that there's something about being 30 that should say I can handle getting the sniffles or a sore throat without needing my mom next to me. And I suppose technically I can. I can get myself the medical care I need. I can make the hot tea and chicken soup. I can make myself get the extra rest needed. But I have to admit, there is a 5 year old inside me that still cries for mom. And maybe it's that much stronger because she's so far away. I can't go over to her house or ask her to swing by mine for a hug and some mommy care. The closest I can get is a phone call, which typically ends up with me crying and mom thinking there's something much more wrong than, "I don't feel well." But my mom is amazing. She knows, even at a great distance, how to love me well. (And I think secretly relieved that it's just a "I don't feel well and miss my mommy" call and not something more.) I am so blessed and spoiled to have a mom like her. Now if only I could ring my little bell and have her come running...
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