When Mama’s sick, you really see the character of your kids emerge. We were shopping at City Market last night, when Mommy got violently ill. I was crying and when I did, my two-year old started to cry as well. All my kids hugged me and gave me sympathy. Since I only go to town once a week (and it this case, it would be once in 10 days), I had to push through and finish my grocery shopping. So I continued shopping, even though my head was pounding and I had to frequently bend over to feel better.
We made it through and my kids wanted to go see the Live Nativity Scene put on by Christian Heritage School in Steamboat. Well, I was feeling better so we went (Mommy wanted to see it too). Just as we pulled onto the street, I had to pull over and vomit some more. Well, I felt better and since we were there we drove through and had a good time.
On the drive back home, I wanted to die. Every bone in my body ached, it was snowing pretty hard, and I just wanted to get home. My husband kept calling me and I kept assuring him I’d be home. I had to pull over every few miles and open the car door to get fresh cold air. Every time I did, my baby (who by now was sleeping) would wake up and cry cause his Mamma was moaning.
Not 20 feet from my house, I had to vomit for the third and last time. I pulled into the garage, took off my nasty clothes, and got in the bath tub. Then, my husband got me some Sprite and put the kids to bed for me. My only thought was “Praise God I have this house–a nice, warm place to come home to, a nice bathtub, a nice bed to sleep in, and a husband to help take care of me before he had to leave for his night shift.
My baby slept with me last night so I wouldn’t have to get him if he woke up. He rubbed my back, saying, “Mum, Mum” the whole time. He really loves his mama.
All my kids did great throughout the entire ordeal. They didn’t fight, they stayed calm, and they gave me love and affection. What else could a mama want?
Today, they helped me when I asked them to get me stuff and did as much as they could for their ages. They even made themselves breakfast!
Of course, the house is a mess and my kids ate snacks the whole weekend. But the lesson learned from me was: when one family member’s down, the others arise and pick up the slack. All my kids showed amazing fortitude and love and I couldn’t ask for a better family.
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