It’s 3:37 pm and I’m still in my sweats. I haven’t brushed my hair or my teeth. I have tended to the needs of my sweet nine-year old baby girl, who is home with the flu, all day. Isn’t it interesting how when they are sick we once again consider them our babies? The fact that I flew out of bed at 4:00 a.m. when I awoke for the first time after falling asleep, just to check on her and see if she is good, confirms they are always that precious to us no matter how big they get! I even have a little bruise from walking into my half-open bathroom door to pass through to my office, where I’d tucked her away for the night to keep her close, to prove how dear she is to me and how urgently I got up to check on her. I’m sure my half awake state had a little to do with it as well.
She has been a mini-dictator today. I am on call. She has many needs, wants, desires, movie and food requests. The rarest of which was to find the special squeaky tennis ball from outside for our dog, so she could have it to play with as she sits locked away in quarantine with Kylie, by my darling daughter’s request and my dog, Melody’s, dismay. I also fielded texts and calls which came my way all day for our upcoming event at church, An Evening with Beth Moore. That’s to be expected. I knew it would be a busy week, and I’d planned toward it with that in mind. I’m super stoked about it. What I didn’t plan for was the flu to enter our home…
Thus, my current state. Everything that is urgent has been addressed today but I haven’t had much time for me – to even just get dressed or go for a walk. As I sit here now during my first quiet moments of the day, since the brief time I took to sit with God this morning, and reflect on it all – I can’t help but think of how this day takes me back. While rare now this is what it used to feel like to be at home with my kids – tending to their needs, tending to my husbands needs, and putting mine on the back burner. I worked so hard but often felt frazzled at the end of it all, and on days like today, unkempt. Somewhere along the way I learned to prioritize time for me, and this is why. That time is critical. My next stop after this note is the treadmill and then the shower. But before I go, I just wanted to say to you mom’s at home with young kids — I have renewed compassion for you today. I remember what it’s like. And I just want you to know you ROCK! I’m thinking of you and I’m cheering you on! You are making a difference. Keep it up! And take a little time today, just for you.