I'm quite sure that most moms think that their kids are the greatest. I certainly think that of my son:)
Tuesday evening, I could feel like I was coming down with something. Working in a busy building with 600 Type A personalities during flu season doesn't help. Flu bugs and viruses were making the rounds with our entire office admin. And yet, after going mostly vegan for 3.5 years I was quite proud to say that I haven't had one cold or flu. At most I would feel mild " biological imbalances", puree up some greens, up my fluids and flavenoids, and come out the other side unscathed.
Until Tuesday around 1:30.
My muscles felt like I had just come through an exhausting workout - weak & sore. I was sweating, yet freezing. Pushing through a workload made more ominous by the vacation of my fabulous co-worker (she's getting a RED CARPET when she gets back!) I just refused to give in to it. I worked the afternoon with my winter coat on, looking ridiculous, but certain that it would pass.
I would be arriving home much later than usual, and had telephoned Harrison several times to keep him posted.
I inhaled the smell of something homey, and comforting. He hugged me and said "Mom, I made you some soup to help you feel better".
Red miso broth, bright green onions, some fresh garlic and cubes of soft tofu greeted me on the stove. Miso - the fermented soybean paste that the Japanese enjoy for breakfast - is great for your digestion and internal balance.
But it was unbelievably good that night as a gesture of kindness, and nurturing.
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