Recently my 9yo son asked me if we could build a fire and roast marshmallows. It was really cold out, and I was just beginning to get some energy back and my legs to stop feeling like jello since chemo the week before. I thought (sigh) can't we just play cards or something? But I said, "We'll see. Maybe tomorrow." The look on his face said it all... sure, whatever Mom. I've been sick on and off since he was 4 and I'm sure he was thinking it would never happen.
The next day he asked me again and I said, "How about Friday night?" He said, "You promise?" And I said "Yes", although I was really dreading it. I could tell he doubted my sincerity.
When he got off the school bus on Friday and came in the door I said, "You ready to gather some wood?" He looked shocked, jumped up and down, and smiled from ear-to-ear.
That night we had a blast! We built a little campfire, roasted marshmallows, snuggled under a blanket, and talked for a long while. It was so nice and when we were done he hugged me and said, "Thanks, Mom".
I'm so glad I felt better that day and was able to give him that memory.