The shopping is on hold. The banking can wait. All of the other details I had planned out into the day are gone. I sit and listen to him breathing heavily because of his bad cold. I bring him tea and hot cocoa and root beer floats. I'll make him soup for lunch and watch some bad tv show with him because he won't notice I'm stroking his head while he is busy watching SpongeBob. He might snuggle back into me- just a little. Being an almost teenager is a time when snuggling with mom is not allowed if anyone else knows. But today, he is not feeling well. And today he remembers that I've always been there to hold him and care for him him when he's ill.
I had plans today and none of them matter at all.