Today my 2 year old is sick. I don't mean just a little sniffle, but the fever, ear infection, hold-me-all-day sick. So that is what I am doing. Holding. Rocking. Comforting. During these moments, I think. I think about how glad I am that I only have to work when I want to. I think about the upcoming spring bringing warmth and flowers. I think about how thankful I am that my children are rarely sick and are vibrant with joy and energy.
The list is down, the dishes are stacking up, the laundry needs folding. But today, I am holding and cherish every moment of it.
This sat on my mothers dresser throughout my childhood.
Now it is my turn.