Monday, November 28, 2011

Love and the Stomach Flu

I have to admit that today hasn't gone as I had dreamed.  I had a glamorized vision of my birthday celebration.  It was more like a musical--happy children dancing with gifts, a day of events meticulously planned by my husband. 

Reality is that we have three children and work to do.  The girls made cards for me this morning while they were playing.  They were so proud of their creations--each reflecting their own personalities.  I spent the day just as any other Monday--cleaning the house, with the added bonus of the girls being home to help and entertain their brother.  Although it took all day, the house is cleaned, laundry washed, and we ran our errands.

We attempted to go out to supper this evening but just after our food arrived at the table, our daughter was sick. I must admit, it was the best, most compassionate service I have ever experienced at a restaurant. They brought her ginger ale and crackers and a wet towel.

Even with our supper coming to an abrupt stop, there was good from the situation. As I was helping her change and get ready for bed, she told me that she was glad that I was beside her when she was sick. When I asked her why, she replied, "because you're the Mama." Even in what seems like the worst time, there is still something wonderful--my daughter's love.

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