This week and a half has been so hard. It brought my spirit down in a way that I’ve never felt before. I almost felt like it was an attack… an attack on my family and my soul right before Holy Week. I told you guys before in my Currently a little bit about the sickness that overwhelmed us these days, and it never seems to end. Someone always gets sick. And my spirit, it hurts.
I know I sound dramatic, and I know so many other mothers go through the same things with their children when they’re sick. But. It broke me, for some reason, this time.
I feel a little lost.
In between blowing my nose every two seconds, and trying to keep the kids from the baby and the baby from the kids, and doing the dishes, and cooking the dinners, and going to work, and writing here… I feel a
little lot empty.
But these sweet ones, who smile at me, and tell me stories about Frozen, and who dance around with my high heels on… they are saving me. I am beyond words grateful for who they are in my life, for the light they give me day in and day out. Even after the mommy’s tired and please go watch another show so I can rest and the please stop touching your sister… THEY LOVE ME.
They love me. And I can do nothing but reflect that love onto them. I am empty of everything, I am empty of drive and passion because I am knee deep in snot and tissues and fevers and aches. I am empty enough to do nothing but love.
That’s all I can do. Be a reflection of what they are to me.