Legitimately sick.
He had a fever and the poor guy threw up once. But after passing out on the couch like a frat boy who had way too many beers {shirtless, sprawled across the cushions}, he seemed on the mend the next morning.
He went through the school day on Tuesday just fine, but on Wednesday I got a call around 11:00 saying that he was sick and needed to be picked up.
His belly hurt.
But I could tell when I picked him up that he was fine. At least physically.
We went home and made a little camp out on the couch with his pillow, favorite blanket, and the old calculator I gave him to play with the other day...

He didn't have a temperature or display any other signs of illness so I asked him a bunch of questions about school, worried that someone was being mean to him. After a little prying I realized that he was just anxious...missing home and the comforts of being with mom and dad.
Oh how I know that anxiety. I still have it, and it makes my belly hurt as well.
I've come up with some fail-proof methods to dispel it from my brain and my intestinal area...
Deep breaths.
Doodling.
Prayer.
It hurts my heart to think that my precious almost six-year-old little boy is feeling that way.
So last night as the boys were splashing together in the tub {those days are numbered}, he started to tear up and tell me he didn't want to go to school tomorrow. I gave him a little pep talk and explained what I do when I'm anxious or sad.
I told him to take a deep breath...to remember that Ben is with him...to look to his teacher for help.
"AND tomorrow is gum day!" I reminded him. "You can't miss that."
And then I told him to say a little prayer if he wanted, because God would be with him and help him.
He looked at me a bit surprised, like that sounded too easy.
Even though we talk about God often and how he is always with us, that is a hard concept for a five-year-old brain. Especially Landon's...my little daydreamer. His head is always up in the clouds so you would think God would be an easy concept for him. ;)
Ben...my tiny theologian...got it right away. Yes! God is around us like the wind! Like a friendly ghost!
"I think God is sitting beside you right now, Momma!" he said.
I was kneeling next to the bathtub, knees damp from the towel I put down to catch their drips and splashes, edges of my sleeves wet from pouring buckets of water over their heads to rinse off the shampoo suds.
"Yes," I told him. "God is definitely sitting beside me right now."
Aren't we lucky that He shows up in the ordinary places?
I have a feeling He is sitting next to Landon at lunch today.
XO,
