I get sick alot. In these past two weeks, despite my best efforts, I have spent three days in bed. During that time I have done my best to keep my game face on. It is that time of year after all. Over November and December I average two concerts a week, sometimes more.
But it certainly is not illness with regards to music that bothers me. Quite the contrary, it is in regards to my son. I am really worthless when I’m sick, and I cancel seeing Raffi far too often for my own comfort. It is a frustrating situation, and it is the same story every year. Sick during Advent or just preceeding, and seeing very little of him. I’m grateful that my life is as it is – a life that shows enough flexibility and care on the part of the parents he lives with to deal with the problems of the parent with whom he does not.
There is so much I would like to show him. For now, however, I suppose I must content myself with simply being there when I can be.
From the bedroom,