The kids are sick. Puking sick. Puking sick on me, because I am, after all, the one who is usually holding them when their stomachs revolt. After being thrown up on three times in less than two hours tonight, I was, however, ready for the puking to stop.
I was also desperately in need of a hot shower.
When they are sick though, I am often reminded of just how fragile our health is. One moment they're fine, the next....not so much. We often take for granted feeling well and moan when we feel less than stellar. As humans, we are so unappreciative of the gift of health until we don't have it.
Tonight, as I watch my soon-to-be three year old snuggling with her daddy in the center of our bed, I am thankful that her fever has broken somewhat. Her oldest brother's fever is still going strong. And I appreciate the fact that I can pray freely for them for healing. Because when I asked the toddler if she needed anything earlier, before she fell asleep, her response humbled me.
"Pray for me, Mommy. That will make me feel better."
Out of the mouths of babes.