A Mama’s Heart

After having very sick children the past two Christmases, I specifically prayed for health over the holidays this year. And God graciously answered that prayer for us! So when the stomach flu hit our house on Thursday, I wasn’t too upset. Thankfully the boys are at the age where they can usually “get it in a bowl” (which means less clean-up).

They can also verbalize their needs pretty well, which made my heart sad when they were begging for a drink of water, and I couldn’t give it to them (even the smallest drop caused them to vomit).

There were a few moments, however, that made my heart burst with love and happiness. Now you all know that Seth and Sam are huge daddy’s boys—to the point that almost every morning when I get them up they ask for their daddy. Although this sometimes gets old, and kind of hurts my feelings, I’m very happy to have a father for my boys that is that wonderful. So when they started vomiting I was very anxious to get Ben home from work to help out (at one time, they were sitting side-by-side puking…guess it’s a twin thing). But even when Ben arrived home, they just wanted me. That’s right: ME! MOMMY! ME! It was one of those moments where I felt like I was made to do this; I was made to be the comforter for my kids when they are sick. I’m usually not a terribly compassionate person, but when Seth and Sam are sick, empathy oozes from my pores. I will do anything to make them feel better, and they need me, their mommy. So while it was sad to see them sick, it was very special for me to feel so needed in my role as their mother. I will cherish the following moment in this picture where although my kids are sick, my heart is endlessly full: