I resisted writing this post, because I wanted to write something funny. After all, I’ve been non-humorous the past two nights. Still, it’s my blog, and tonight I’m writing because if I don’t, I’ll forget something beautiful that happened, which is unacceptable.
I have a sinus infection. I know. This is a ridiculous winter. My doctor prescribed Levaquin, a very expensive antibiotic. But hey, I’ve had Levaquin before, and my brand name copay is $25. No biggie.
I have new insurance.
I don’t complain about my insurance very much, because I’m just so glad I have it. Still, it’s a bit of a shock to go from a $25 copay to a $95 copay for the same medication.
Still, I’ve used enough antibiotics and been sick enough that yes, this is the medication I need to take, so I sucked it up and thanked heaven that at least insurance knocked off about half the price.
I got home and told Car how annoyed I was about the change in our coverage, and as he assured me that we’d be fine, but he hoped not many prescriptions would cost that much money, Big G came over and sat next to me.
“Mom,” he said, looking up at me, “I have money in my bank.”
There are moments in motherhood when my heart becomes so full that I don’t understand how it fits in my chest.
I started crying. I hugged him and hid my tears as best I could, because kids often don’t get the whole “I’m crying because I’m overwhelmed by the joy of being your mom” thing.
So I write this moment down, because odds are tomorrow I’ll want to duct tape him to the wall. Motherhood is bipolar like that.