When was the last time you felt loved?
Up until 4th grade, I always looked forward to getting sick. I kid you not, if I found out Little Johnny was coughing up a storm, I'd be his new best friend. Why you ask? No, it was not because my parents let me skip school. They would never. Can you imagine being the only kid in elementary school with perfect attendance? Embarrassing.
It was because my mom gave me her undivided attention. It was my time to be selfish, and for the middle child, I craved that moment. It didn't matter that I physically felt like death, those things are just temporary.
My mother's metal alarm would wake her up every couple of hours to check on me and fetch me warm water and medicine. It didn't end there. She would wait there, in the middle of the night until I fell asleep. I can't remember any other time I felt that safe. I had no doubt in my mind that this is love.