The flu/cold/diarrhea monster has been holding my family hostage for what feels like months. Cycle after cycle of torture and harsh treatment has had me working overtime administering Tylenol, Vics, essential oils, echinacea and of course replenishing fluids, cleaning up fluids, wiping boogers, wiping butts, and wiping up messes of all sorts until I have not a single ounce of energy left to take care of anything else......like myself.
This motherhood gig is tough I tell ya!
And yet as I am up all hours of the night consoling the inconsolable and patting their tiny backs while they cough themselves silly, I think of those mothers in other parts of the world, whose homes are no longer standing, who console a different kind of inconsolable and who are fighting a fight I know nothing about. I pray for them....that sleep will come to their weary eyes and comfort to their hearts.
We all have our challenges and tonight I am so very grateful to have mine.
This really inspired me. I look up to mothers so much, and can't wait to be one myself. Thanks for this reminder of gratitude.
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