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LSS: Learning more than usual

Some weeks, you just learn more than others.
And there are things I learned this week that I really didn’t want to know.
For example, I wish I didn’t know that a nasal swab could, in fact, be the first step of the 11-minute process of determining if a person has the flu.
But I do know that, because I watched the nurse use the long swab to swipe inside my 9-year-old’s nose, exactly 11 minutes before she and the doctor walked in and said, “It’s positive.”
I did not know just how serious it was that people with diabetes not be exposed to other people with the flu.
My parents, both recently diagnosed with diabetes, were scheduled to visit on the day after our youngest was diagnosed with the flu.
I did not know that Tamiflu, despite its hype and high price tag, really doesn’t prevent or “heal” the flu, but it can help — and I was happy for any help available this week.
I also never thought about how much energy it takes to keep my two children away from each other. Once our younger daughter was diagnosed with the flu, I became a woman on a mission. Under normal circumstances, we would let the cards fall where they may. This week, however, was anything but normal. This was the week that our 13-year-old made her grand debut on stage in a leading role in a play.
Which would be a big deal for anyone.
But in my heart, I knew if my daughter got sick and missed the shows she had worked so hard on, things would not be pretty — for a while.
So, I set about trying to coordinate places for her to be and ways for her to get there.
Clearly, I did not know just how much energy being a stage mom would take. Granted, my stage mom status barely makes the chart. We were instructed on over-doing our budding stars’ stage make-up. Yet, my make-up bag is a pencil case and only has four items in it. Let it be known though, that I really go to town with those four items. In fact, add that one to the “I did not know” category, because I did not know just how much fun putting make-up on could be until this week. Putting on my daughter’s stage make-up was one of the few times when I could be still and quiet.
And, I loved it.
Those rare moments of stillness were in stark contrast to all the other running the rest of the week entailed. I did not know that one very sick child and the other in a play could require so much logistical planning.
This week was a microcosm of parental highs and lows. As I held my gangly and aching nine year old in my lap, my heart ached with her. As I watched my budding 13 year old on stage, my heart sometimes leaped with joy.
And yet, through it all, there were still a job to do. Dishes to wash. Dogs to feed. Floors to sweep. Clothes to fold, and bathrooms to clean.
I readily admit that I am tired.
Even though it’s a good tired, it’s one I wish I didn’t know quite as well as I do right now.