The baby woke congested and gagged on mucous throughout the morning. She threw up a little milk a couple times too. Other than needing to be held she was pretty laid back as usual.
I couldn't help but think this morning "remember when life was simple and there was only one kid throwing up." For that matter, remember when life was simple and I only had to take care of myself. And yet even as I thought these things, with a laugh, I had to admit I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't change the sick days or even the tantrum days if it meant missing one single smile or hug from my girls.
There are moms out there who have this blessing taken away. There are moms out there that never get to physically become moms, only dream, wish, and pray. So I will take every single day as a blessing with my girls even if it means cleaning up some puke.
I'm grateful my life isn't "simple" anymore. I'm grateful for each day I get to see my girls' beautiful, loving faces. I'm grateful to get to be home with them today as we worked through their separate symptoms. I'm grateful for the love and care I feel taking care of them. I'm grateful to be a mom after years of thinking this dream would never come true. I'm grateful my preschooler was a trooper and handled throwing up like a champ. I'm grateful that (hopefully) her stomach is on the mend and tomorrow can be a day on the mend. I'm grateful for all the time I got holding the baby and getting nothing else done, because these days are rare and going by too fast. I'm grateful for this beautiful life.
What is NOT simple in your life? How has it enhanced your life and who you are as a person?
May today make life a little blessedly complicated. May we rise to the occasion and find gratitude along the way. Have a beautiful day!