Whew, who knew sickness could last so long in such a small house? Thankfully I have yet to get it, (and miracle of all miracles, so does Grey) that being said, I'm sick and tired of everyone else being sick and me being tired. Noraa's tradition of crawling into our bed at 5 am to cough for an hour is not one that I'd like to hang on to. Even the little girl I watch when she's out of school is sick today. Tana called into work and I have yet to see the whites of her eyes and it's almost 10am. We just need to be done with this. I've missed Church three weeks now due to illness and as the nursery coordinator, that's not such a good idea! I'd like to sit and worship with my sweeties instead of remembering which kid had what dose at what time!
All that being said, I'm grateful that I am a mommy. Grateful my job is to comfort, to love, to provide and protect these sweet little angels. That when they get up in the night, they come to my side of the bed, wake an ever so tired momma and know they will be cared for. Steam from the shower, honey for a cough, or just a comforting rock in the chair and pray uttered for heath: I'm glad they come to me.
So if you see me this week and notice the dark circles under my eyes, I won't be offended when you say "you look tired". Because I am tired. But I'm so much more than that. I'm a Momma, and I'm proud of it. The bags and sags that I wear upon my face today will fade as the fevers do, and I will have made precious memories with my babies. So yes, I'm tired of the sick, but grateful. Tomorrow is a new day: His mercies are new every morning and I will delight myself in this fact knowing that this season will pass just as it does for mommas everywhere. That next week when we are at the spray ground having a grand old time I can utter a prayer for someone somewhere feeling weary as I do now!