Someone to Take Care of Me

calvin and hobbes sickToday I am sick. Coughing and coughing. I have to say it is at moments like these that I wish I had someone to take care of me.  It might sound crazy to miss my Mother when I’m about to turn 35 but doesn’t everyone miss their mothers from time to time?

I think it is more than that.  It is that sense of someone having your back and taking care of you when you are unwell.  Most of us as adults, married or single, don’t have that.  It is probably the part of childhood we all miss the most.

It makes sense when you think about it because we are taught to be independent and strong but when we are sick that facade is gone and we are back to being needy and in pain.  Plus, I am usually very tired and worn out when I am sick.

calvin and hobbes sick2

I’m just grateful I don’t work in accounting any more so I can take the day off and get better.  In accounting it didn’t matter how sick I was.  I still had to work every day.

But I still do miss being taken care of.  On my mission I used to have these fantasies about my Mother taking care of me.  I was so tired and worn out the entire time that it was something I would dream about.  Ha! Not that much has changed.

Can anyone relate to what I am talking about?  Do you ever as an adult wish you could get taken care of?

 

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3 thoughts on “Someone to Take Care of Me

  1. I’m not sick but I relate completely to what you’re saying. I think that’s what I have wanted so many times, just to have someone understand and be there for me. I have probably told you this story before, but I remember sitting across from another guy at lunchbreak once and hearing him say, “Well, I don’t have any friends left.” and tell us that sometimes he would freeze in the middle of a shopping mall and feel like a statue, saying “I wish there could be one person in life who just gets you, just completely understands you.”

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