My girls are sick. I hate it when my girls are sick. Hate. It. There are all the conventional reasons to hate it like the lack of sleep and the propensity to catching vomit on my clothing. But, really, those aren't the biggest reasons. The real reason.
The real reason is painful. It is actually, physically painful to see my babies sick. To hear their exhausted coughs and sad little sniffling. Babs has started telling me that she doesn't want to be sick anymore because the coughs hurt her tummy. It's misery watching their misery.
There is one thing that comes from this though. When my children are sick, I find myself feeling more gratitude. When I see my children struggling with being sick I am profoundly grateful for healthy children. Because I know that the cold will pass, the flu will go away (right? please say yes) and they will go back to being healthy, happy kids.
But not all kids are that lucky. And not all mom's are that lucky. And my heart goes out to those mom's with chronically ill children that much more. Because for them, it's not just a simple matter of being fever-free for 24 hours before they can return to normal.
So, as much as I hate it when my babies are sick, I will keep counting my blessings. Because there are so very many. Starting, and ending, with my girls. Pass the Kleenex, please.