But #Moms Can’t Have #Concussions


Last Saturday, I was at an event where I ended up getting hit in my left eye socket with someone’s mask (it was a costume type of event). It hurt but it was manageable. Sunday morning, I was pleasantly surprised to not wake up with a black eye. Started having a headache later throughout the day but again, manageable with some Advil. Went to bed that night with an ice pack on that side of my head because the headache seemed to be getting worse. No big deal. A good night’s sleep will help.

Monday morning, I woke up with an almost migraine and after finishing the last school drop off, I called my chiropractor to get adjusted, hoping I wouldn’t have the sore eye socket AND a migraine. Told my chiropractor why I was there, and surprisingly, he was able to adjust my eye socket and jaw (which had also gone into a spasm), as well as everything for the almost migraine. He confirmed that he believed I have a mild concussion. Later that day, there was a bit of darkening in that eye socket, but it was gone by Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning, I had meetings at the kids’ school, which had been scheduled prior to Christmas so I couldn’t cancel. I followed as best I could because I was still pretty fuzzy-headed. Thankfully, someone else takes minutes for one of the meetings so I look forward to reading them when they come out…make sure what I remember from the meeting actually happened. I took notes, but seeing them today, there isn’t much context unfortunately.

What has been amazing throughout this, is my daughter. She’s been constantly checking in with me, asking how I’m feeling, telling me she loves me even more than usual, and even opening my car door for me. Yesterday morning, I told her that I wasn’t sure if I was starting a fever or just having a really long hot flash. 😉 Next thing I knew, I could hear her in the kitchen and she brought me an ice pack from her lunch, wrapped in a paper towel (photo above).

Last night, when we got home, she told me to go lie down on the couch. Again, I heard her rustling around in the kitchen. She brought me a cold water (ice cubes and all) and a snack, which of course consisted of her favourite snacks: goldfish crackers and a rice cake. No wonder why she received the Empathy Award at school last year!

She has been so amazing through all of this, and I can’t wait to be all better (even less fuzzy-headed would be helpful, but at least I can see the computer screen properly today…although it’s tough work!)…but while I’m healing, it’s amazing to see how much she is mini-me in trying to take care of me; tuck me in; bring me snacks. I’m in awe of her empathy, and her natural ability to help look after someone else. She amazes me.

Empathy At Its Finest


My daughter is a natural “mom”. She’s always looking out for others and helping everyone around her. Last week, she even won an award at school for being the most empathetic student in her grade. She was so surprised and so happy! Our neighbour’s son is in her class and they are “boyfriend-girlfriend”. My daughter even says they are “50% going to get married”. He also has Autism and his mom explained it to my daughter as he “has a little bit of Autism” so that’s why he acts different from my son (ie: is fully verbal, etc).

My daughter’s “boyfriend” doesn’t go to assemblies at school. There’s too much stimulus for him so he’s usually in the office when the rest of his classmates are in an assembly. Their teacher told him a secret before the assembly last week…my daughter was getting the award. He wouldn’t miss the assembly at all. I don’t know how he did it but he kept the secret AND was apparently on his feet hooting and hollering for her when her name was called. My daughter was apparently very shy about going up to get the award but he supported her to go up, in front of the whole school to receive the Empathy Award.

On Friday, she “filled my bucket” just by doing what she normally does. I was finishing up putting together the kids’ lunches for school and IBI. I had already told the kids to start getting their snowsuits, etc on. The next thing I knew, I could hear my daughter walking my son through each of the steps of getting his socks, boots, jacket, hat and mittens on…sounding exactly like me when I do it! I snuck around to watch too, and unfortunately, she got frustrated because his zipper jacket got stuck. I gave her a huge hug with happy tears in my eyes and told her she just filled my bucket. That made her so happy. Still thinking about it, I’m getting happy tears in my eyes.