Mama Emily

Earlier this week I was privileged to be under the care of Mama-Emily. It was Tuesday morning and I awoke to the sounds of one really cute curly-haired, bright-eyed child at the descent hour of 5:00 am. After waking up and taking care of the zoo that resides in my house, I proceeded to lie back down on the couch and attempted to encourage myself to wake up (really hard when my tummy was really not happy). Emily, jabbering her head off, came up to me and proclaimed, “I give you hug”. It was by far the best hug I’ve ever had as I laid there in a fetal position. She jabbered some more and sang a few songs, and as soon as I decided to go take a comforting bath, she jumped into action. She followed me in, assessed the situation, and confirmed that I was set up with her most favorite bath toy (after all, I couldn’t take a bath without an Ariel Mermaid doll). She safeguarded my safety, letting me know exactly when to turn off my water (about 4 or so inches…yeah, I didn’t comply), and she made sure to give me an additional hug, one very nice air kiss, a good back cleaning, and a hair rinse with her elephant water pail (the icy cold water was certainly a perk). She sang me several songs (Row Row Row Your Boat is always a nice choice), and she never forgot her manners – she often invited me to join her in the singing festivities.

Hands down though, the best part was when she remarked with great pride, “I proud of you”. I smiled looking at a really big girl in front of me and said, "I am really proud of you". That’s when she lightly giggled and uttered the best words, “I proud of me!”

It was the best medicine EVER.