I did a lot of observing from my sick bed this week.

I was happily visiting my daughter and her family when I was stricken with norovirus. For the record, I don’t recommend this nasty bug – it delayed my flight home for 3 days (because I am a considerate traveler) and shed 8lbs from me in less than 2 days.

Not enjoyable.

From my 48hrs of self imposed quarantine, I had a lot of time to think. There are only so many cooking shows to watch.

The first thing confirmed to me was we have precious little in life that we are in control of.

I understand traveling is a great way to be exposed to a plethora of communicable diseases, and I plan accordingly. I use a lot of hand sanitizer. I stay in my bubble. I hand wash wherever I am able.

I still got sick.

I made plans to get home using the most inexpensive ticket available- and it was still expensive. While prudent at the time, it turns out the airlines don’t care if you are very ill and unable to travel without camping out in the tiny lavatory the entire flight. No credit, no mercy, no money back. Oh, and original airline offered me a one way home for 50% more than the initial round trip ticket purchased.

I passed.

I made myself available to my son and daughter in law, and tried to spend as much time with my grandsons as possible. I lost Monday and Tuesday to illness. I could only lie in bed listening to the boys chatter at each other. Wednesday I cautiously ventured into their space again, interacting with them, soaking up every minute of time before tucking them into bed last night. Too soon, they were asleep, and out of my reach until another trip.

I realized acutely the growth I have done as a person and a parent, and realized where I had room to grow.

Obvious again was the fact that advice can be given with the best intentions, but it doesn’t mean it will be heeded. Or appreciated.

It was a humbling few days.

I’m acutely aware of my blessings. I have a husband who I love intensely, and who loves me just as intensely in return. I have healthy and brilliant parents, amusing me and advising me (advise I am eager to hear now!), and I treasure each day with them.

I have wonderful children who are good humans. Who have married well. Who have and are producing grandsons that bring me more joy that I am able to express.

I’ve come a long way, baby…literally and metaphorically.

There’s always room to grow.