Psalms 63:5"My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness, And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips."
Psalms 4:7"You have put gladness in my heart, More than in the season that their grain and wine increased."
Well, just when one child was on the upswing, my other started a downhill tumble. We were BBQing with friends, last evening, and when I put Kensington to bed, her small, smooth forehead told me the story that I would soon live: up all night with a 4 year old who is croup coughing, choking and sweating up a storm.
After three evenings with very little sleep (see previous post), I was REALLY looking forward to a solid 8 hours of sleep and I mean REALLY looking forward to it. Obviously, we all know where this story is going, but hasn't it happened to all of us mothers?
Of course and it will again (and trust me...I've been feeding my children probiotics, vitamins and sunshine, like it's Lucky Charms, and they still get sick, so I'm serious).
When I woke up this morning and realized that my kids are just plain sick and I needed to admit it to myself and embrace that Mothers Day will be spent inside, making grilled cheese and maybe watching a few episodes of Pawn Stars, I felt like I should feel sorry for myself.
But, that's silly.
This is motherhood and I will gladly live inside the fishbowl and take each moment as it comes.
In the meantime, I find that the Lord gives extreme amounts of blessing and comfort, even in the midst of inconvenience. Don't you find that too? Sure, there are times that I wish for less comfort and more easy-livin' but we all have it so very easy anyways. Life is good. Life is happy and life is for the livin'.
Even when it's Mothers Day and you have two sick kids.
So, I say...let's think on the blessings.
I'll go first!
A husband who is simply divine.
Friends who are good, true and walk life with you. Each day, through the happy and crazy.
Beautiful, wild children that are deliciously hilarious and still pure.
Blooms all over the garden.
Mailbox deliveries from an ALWAYS thoughtful person.
And, of course, a Heavenly Father that loves me, cares for me and has a plan for my life.
The ultimate comforter and giver of happiness.
What more could I ask for on Mothers Day?
No amount of money on a pre-paid Anthropologie gift card could trump what I already have.
Oh! And Happy Mothers Day to each of you who stay up late with your sick kids. Picture me giving you an air high five next time your scrubbing vomit off the rug!