OK, so we all brag about our kids..but I'm telling you..I have such an incredible 14 year old girl..yep, I said 14. NO she is not a typical teenager. This girl is absolutely amazing. Monday night in the middle of the night Reece woke up twice , sick to her tummy. We have no idea why, she hadn't' been anywhere but home since the Friday afternoon. The last time she was up was 4:30 an the morning. At 6:45am I woke her asking if she was going to school. For anyone who doesn't know, my youngest is in grade 9..her first year of high school. She has never ever missed a day of school since starting 9 1/2 years ago in kindergarten. Her friends have begged her to skip a class, telling her she can't be perfect forever (which by the way, ticks me off that they aren't supportive. They've been her friends for years)
Back to my story..so When I woke her up on Tuesday morning, she said she had a tummy ache. I said maybe it was from being sick a few hours ago. I gave her some Tylenol and she proceeded to get ready for school. Next thing I know, she's running to the bathroom and throwing up again. I told her I think this will be her first day off school but NOPE...she said she felt much better..but could I drive her to school. The bus is way too bouncy. I stopped at the local coffee shop , because I do every morning and buy my mom & dad their coffee as well as my decaf tea. I jokingly asked her if she wanted anything and she said 'chocolate milk' I said' seriously' she said 'yep, if I'm gonna throw up, might as well drink something yummy first' ...the kid cracks me up
I texted her at lunch time, asking if she was OK. She responded with ...just 'OK'. At 3:05 she texted me and asked if I'd pick her up that she really didn't feel good. I said yep. By the time I got there it was 3:10..school ends at 3:15 so she still has perfect attendance. They call her down and when I see her, her face is white..and I mean snow white. As we leave the school she gets tears in her eyes, because she feels so crappy.
We get home around 4 ( I had to go back to work quickly to finish up a few things) , she goes into her bedroom, gets her jammies on and that's the last I see of her. A few hours later I check on her, she does her usual baby bear growl and moan and goes back to sleep. Sean even calls her his little bear. I checked back in with her at 9:30pm and same thing , a little growl and that's it. She slept from 4:30pm Tuesday night until 7am Wednesday morning.
She didn't feel the best, but she was better.
By Wednesday night, she ate two helpings of dinner, and had few fudge-o cookies.
This kid is amazing. I told my mom, if I was as sick as she had been, I would have NEVER went to work. I'm so proud of her, and I've told her. If more of our youth had her determination our world would be SUCH a better place!!!!