Mommy Medic is on guard as we wage a war against the virulent stomach bug. She stands on call if the wounded soldier (AKA a 17-month-old who keeps scooting off the bed and prefers to nap on the towels) needs to heave again or just requires some extra TLC.
This is what moms do – we stay vigilant on the frontlines and rarely leave the trenches even when the urge to retreat is great.
We may not ever earn any medals, badges of honor, or Purple Hearts (even when we are wounded in action when our nursing baby bites us or a preschooler pokes our eye accidentally), but the very ones we serve – our children – represent God’s love for us clothed in flesh. When I’m in the trenches, I encounter God’s blessings every day in the form of my kids, and that makes the battles – from germ warfare to diffusing tantrums – well, well worth it.
Andrea says
Oh my, we just went through this. Hard times!!!
Aubrey says
I needed to hear this today. We’ve got a sick toddler here, too and sometimes it’s a little overwhelming. Thanks, Kate!