All mothers know this.
This morning, after another terrible night, I tried to convince Maya that grandma would get her ready to go to school because I needed to rest a little bit more. But, as I expected, Maya did not accept it.
"No. You have to do it. And besides, you are taking forever to get better," she said with tears in her eyes.
That was enough to force me to jump out of bed, get her in the shower, get her dressed, give her breakfast, pack her lunch and walk her to the bus stop.
When the school bus arrived, she hugged me and whispered:
"Now you can get back to bed and rest until I come back."