103.5.27 January 2011
I remember being a mother of one. She would get sick; we thought it was exhausting. (And it was!) Little did I know that the exhaustion from one sick child pales in comparison to having three sick at once. I literally haven't slept for 2 days.
Motherhood is never ending. No breaks. No vacations. Constant worrying.
And yet, motherhood is my greatest joy. I have a secret that I must confess: I kind of enjoy my kids being sick. (Well, other than their pain. I never want them to be in pain.) The overabundance of kisses, hugs, cuddles I've received over the past two days makes my lack of sleep worth it. My older daughter, who is getting a little old for cuddling, wants me to hold her. My darling, crazy redhead boy is finally calm enough to sit on my lap and watch a movie. My baby falls asleep on my shoulder; something he NEVER does on a normal day.
I'm so grateful to be a mom. Even when wiping noses, cleaning up who knows what off the floor, administering medicine and fighting to get my baby to sit still while I hold the nebulizer's mask over his mouth.
Motherhood. It is rewarding. Not glamorous. Not glamorous in the least, but nothing makes me happier. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled. I wouldn't trade my life with these three sweet children for anything.
Am on strict doctor's orders to keep my baby home from church and other public locations until spring. (Apparently there are some nasty things going around and lots of babies are ending up hospitalized.) The doctor suggested that babies under the age of 1, and babies like mine, who've had pneumonia and are under 18 months, stay home until April rolls around. That puts a damper on a lot of plans. Perhaps it will give me more time for blogging and crafting, though...