The Real MVP

After a long Friday night that extended into the wee hours of the morning watching movies and bonding with Cornelius, I woke up with his sniffles. All moms know what the sniffles are. It’s what you get right before the sneeze brought on by something as small as a common cold and as major as the flu. I didn’t pay much attention to it until I noticed my son was doing a lot of back to back sneezing. With both of us being allergy and sinus attack targets, I turned on all of our Airpura F600 Air Purifiers and ran our regular house check. I grabbed the Simply Saline to provide him with nasal relief and he seem to be ok instantly.

As for myself, within minutes I had a high grade cluster headache and a stiff neck. I laid in bed hoping it would just pass. I could hardly open my eyes. My temple area was tender. The back of my ears and upper neck were swollen and sore. My ears were stopped up. My eyes wouldn’t stop watering and my jaw joints were throbbing. I became congested within minutes it seemed. I could hardly breathe. I figured it was nothing more than allergies getting the best of me but geez, why today? After much struggle with vertigo, and weakness in my body I managed to part from the bed and find my way upstairs to my Hepa Mask. (Pause to laugh) We looked like two characters from the judgment day film. Who keeps these at the house, right? Well, more mothers should and actually more mothers do than you are thinking.

So while my bambino was chasing me around the house because he wants to go everywhere mommy goes, I was still trying to find ways to keep us separate in case I was coming down with something major. What I diagnosed as a cluster headache earlier was a sure migraine by then and had completely wiped me out. I crawled into bed and laid still. HepaMask on face and mask on Cornelius face as well to filter out bacteria. Of course he thought it was all a part of the game and we were just playing parts. I was ok with that as long as he believed that he was the Doctor and I was the patient and the patient had to sleep. However, I have not forgotten that the child I raised (still raising) has too inquisitive of a mind to let nouns rest.  If it’s a person, place or things- he wants to know who, what, when, where and always why!

And so, his first question was; “Why is it not better mommy, I kissed you?” My heart cried at that moment. I wanted to jump up so bad, for he was recalling all the times I said I can ‘kiss it and make it better.’ I certainly didn’t want him to think he could not heal me with a kiss-especially since it’s not like I was dying, although I felt like it. As bad as I wanted to get up, the migraine had me in a choke hold. My bambino just laid by my side. He was such a trooper. He continued to kiss me and ask, “Is it better?” If I closed my eyes, he’d say, “Mommy wake up.” Bad as I wanted to sleep and keep those eyes closed because that pain was horrendous, the pain of watching him watch me like this was worse. He never left the room. I felt so bad that I could not move or leave the house or do anything fun with him. He brought all his toys to my room and he turned on his own movie and sat next to me in bed rubbing my head. In between naps, I woke to find him staring at me like a watch angel. He smiled and I feel right back to sleep.

After several hours passed that morning, I woke and asked him if he was hungry. He replied yes at first, then he caught himself and turned to me and said, “No, you tired and your head hurts.” (Did my three year old just take into account that I may be too ill to get up?) This is when the theory of Mind over body cannot be disputed. I got out of the bed like superwoman. Because there is no way I would have my child think I am ever too sick to take care of him. And even though it was compassion that he was showing, he’s three. I don’t want him to make those sacrifices at three.

I forced myself out of the bed and literally crying I went into the kitchen to cook. Once again, he was there right by my side asking what he could help with. He insisted on doing everything. This was wonderful to see that he has not forgotten. My bambino made spaghetti for the both of us! The TLC my three year son, Cornelius showed me through my sickness along with his willingness to help and motivate me to get better goes to show that he is the real MVP! WATCH HERE:




Niedria D. Kenny

The D, is for Deon - same name as my son. The only child AKA Prince Cornelius; he's the Prince in "Prince Cornelius and his Magical Friends" a book dedicated to the life and growth of my child. 


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