Today I was out with a horrible migraine and it got me thinking about all the (many) times I was sick growing up. There was one time that I was out goofing off in the pouring down rain with my friends and my mom got so mad at me when I got home. "Don't you know that's how people get pneumonia??" she said to me. I remember rolling my eyes in typical teenage fashion and telling her I was fine and I wasn't going to get pneumonia. I went to bed and the next morning I woke up with a fever, raging headache and horrible sore throat. CRAP. I have pneumonia, how can I keep this from my mom?? But my humiliation did not override how miserable I felt, so I called for my mom and she came in, took my temperature (105, I remember very vividly because I thought I was going to die), stroked my hair, brought me juice, and took care of me all day. Not once did she say "what did I tell you last night?" Maybe it was because she thought I was going to die too.....but no, I never remember her ever saying anything like that.
Mom, thank you for never saying "I told you so," even though you had plenty of opportunities.
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