When I was growing up I never missed a day of school because I was sick. Not that I never was sick, mind you. In order for me to miss school there had to be blood, or a dangling eyeball, or something kind of serious like that. And unfortunately there never was.
I remember times when I was in class and I’d start coughing. Not just the light, once or twice, clearing your throat kind of cough, but the kind where you cough so hard you gag. I never actually let it get that bad in class, because by then I had bolted into the hallway to get a drink from the water fountain. And, of course, what would happen as soon as I left the room? I’d stop coughing, get some water anyway and then head back to class. But as soon as I got settled and comfortable back into my seat the cough would return.
It still happens to me to this day. In church. In line at stores. On the bus/metro. Generally places where it’s quiet, I’m trapped, and people are crammed around me. My kids are the same way. Stupid genes. So when I was thinking about the title of this post I wasn’t really thinking of my own childhood though. I was thinking about my own progeny who tend to get sick every once in a while. And by sick I mean coughing like it’s a contest. Who can cough the loudest, the longest, the fastest, right in my face, etc. I’m left with the dilemma of how far I spread their germs. We. are. busy. Two dance classes, two gymnastics classes, AWANA, church, my Bible study, grocery shopping. We’re out every day of the week.
Making all of those public appearances puts us around lots of people. So we have to cancel a lot of those appearances. I cringe because of the money we’re losing for each missed class (who’da thunk teaching little kids how to point their toes was so expensive).
There’s one thing Reagan doesn’t have to miss because of any illnesses: school. She has the good fortune of being able to go to school whether she’s completely healthy or coughing up her lungs through her nostrils. The only time we don’t do school when she is sick is when she can’t even sit up in bed, and that rarely happens. We miss more school doing field trips than being sick. There’s no incentive to pull a Ferris Bueller-style trick to get out of going to school. When you live in your school room there’s not much you can do to get away from it. Not that she ever complains much, but if she ever does…I don’t care, you’re still going to school.