There's a lot that happens when a kid is sick. There's a lot of crying, not just on the babies part, a lot of snuggling, and a lot of attention on that kiddo. It can be extremely miserable and make for long days and nights. It means daily schedules are thrown off and for us it means that the house is a disaster. It means I'm lucky to get a shower at all and staying in sweats well past noon.
But there is also something so magical. The feeling of being needed and knowing that only you, out of everyone in the world, can give your child exactly what they need. That they only want you to ix their problems and make them feel better. What you don't see from the outside are those precious moments of love and it makes our home feel a little more sacred and close to heaven.
The girls were finally both happy and playing in the living room so I snuck back to my room in an attempt to tackle one of the many growing loads of laundry that has piled up on our bed. As soon as I pick up the first article of clothing Kate comes walking in, crying. I pick her up and immediately she puts her head on my shoulder. As I'm rocking her she's rubbing her eyes and you can tell just exhausted. She starts humming to me so I start humming back. She smiles and closes her eyes and just full relaxes.
I don't want to look back on these years while my kids are young and remember them as being hard or long or miserable. I want to remember that they are worth it. That in that one instance that I was needed and that only I could fulfill that for them. That they wanted me and no one else. That to them I meant the world and nothing could be as comforting as a hug and a snuggle with their mom. Because they mean the world to me. They give me the most joy and fulfillment and nothing could ever replace that.













