Happy To Be Here

“Sick kids almost never go to their father’s side of the bed to announce they’re going to barf.” ~Julie Ann Barnhill

My, oh my, we have had a lot of snow days this year. You know, having a snow day here and there is really fun. You pull out the snow boots, get some good movies, snuggle up with hot chocolate that has the extra marshmallows and enjoy! But, when you have more snow days than what you want, home can become an ice prison! All of the kids at home, at the same time, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, second…..after….second…

Thankfully, the snow has melted, and the kids are back in the routine. We have had 2 whole days of full consistency. I was feeling like we were getting our groove back. We were on our way! Then, yesterday, Louie came home from school telling me that he had a sore throat. And….it all came to screeching halt! Now, I’m not a doctor, but Louie has said that he has had a sore throat 4 times in his entire life, and all 4 times he has had strep throat. So, sadly, I wasn’t surprised that the test came back positive. Thankfully, my husband went to the doctor’s with him this time, and had to witness the “I DON’T WANT A SHOT” fit. At least, I got out of that one.

But, for some reason this morning, I was in complete denial about Louie having to stay home since he was still contagious. I woke him up with full intention of sending him to school, until his dad reminded me of the whole “germ” issue. I mean, is that a real thing?? He has no fever!! He bouncing off the walls, he is wanting me to chase him…he put silly putty on my computer screen….need I go on?? So, no, I didn’t send him. You’re welcome all of the kids in Louie’s class! And, honestly, I was super frustrated that I only have one more day until spring break to get my things done, and, again, there is a child at home. You know, as moms, our time is so precious! We guard it, we protect it!

But, the more I thought about it I realized how selfish I was. I started to think about how blessed I was that I am able to stay home with him. I haven’t always been able to do that with my children. How it was my hand that was brushing his blonde hair aside, and it was my arms that he got to cuddle inside. There are a lot of mommas that would love to be able to care for their children when they are sick, but their circumstances make it where they are unable. It really made me pause and reflect just how grateful I am to be able to be part of all the days, the healthy ones and the unhealthy ones…the good ones and the bad. And, it made me happy that I was here to do it.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward. Psalm 127:3

3 Comments

  1. Salena on March 13, 2015 at 8:49 pm

    I love this!

  2. Susan on March 14, 2015 at 7:06 pm

    You got that right!

  3. Rigoberto Stello on August 11, 2016 at 12:11 am

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