Weekends and summers can be so hard for the chronically ill, especially if you’re a woman. Every Sunday night I thank God I made it through another weekend and on Monday morning I feel like the walking (laying) dead!  It’s the same for so many women whom I know who are sick.  Sick or not, it seems to be the natural order of things that laundry, dishes and other household affairs fall on the woman.  Our children seem to want us too, over anyone else.

I know I am not alone in this so I write for those I know too.  For the woman who is sick and has a five-month-old and is upset that other people are taking care of her child more than she is.  For the woman with Fibromyalgia who adopted a child from China and then got sick, who sometimes thinks maybe her daughter would have been better off with someone else?   And for the woman who has Lupus who’s been forbidden to go out in the heat and sun and wonders, What am I going to do with my children all summer long?

It still amazes me that despite my struggles, I am still my son’s #1.  This weekend was particularly hard after a rough week for me.  We didn’t get out yesterday and then today was a complete rainy washout.  Tonight as I rocked my son I asked him, “Did you have a good weekend?” “Yeah!” I had tears in my eyes as I said, “I’m glad honey, you’re a lot of fun to be with.”  “You’re fun too!”

So I know it to be true, and I write it for those who need to see it, and also for me who needs to repeat it over and over.  My son still loves me, even though I am sick.