Shoved to Them
My children are leaking goo from every hole in their heads. It’s official. We have the flu at our house. I have it too, of course, but I am The Mom so no rest for me.
Someone once asked me if it was better to have them all sick at once or one after another. I tend to lean towards “all at once”. It’s like ripping off a band-aid. It’s painful, but you get it over with.
It’s days like these that make me want to run away and just hide out on a beach somewhere with something fruity in my hand. I just want a cute pink drink with a dumb umbrella thingy in it. Somewhere warm, sunning myself on the sand….not here cleaning up vomit..again.
I know these children are a gift, and that I should be grateful to have them, but at this moment they seem like more of a gag gift (in more ways than one.) Surely God doesn’t give presents that leak, does he?
I went on line a couple days ago and found comfort in the unlikeliest of places. I found an infertility blog. As I read over this woman’s heartache and her longing to have a child, just one child, it became clear to me that my current hell would be heavenly to her. She would take my disgustingly leaky children and be so very happy to have them. I’m offering all of this up for her, The Misfit. I hope and pray that someway God can take this achy, leaky, disgustingness that is my life right now and find a way to use it for her benefit. For her, I will not complain about 2 year olds who whine incessantly, or a 5 year old who uses a new tissue every time she blows her nose, or even my own feverishness. This is all a blessing, no matter how difficult that may be to see today.
Misfit, this one’s for you. I pray it helps.
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