I was sick this week with a really bad stomach bug and I'll post later about what a great help Miss E was, because, truly she is a blessing in her little package, but I wanted to share something about my mom and moms in general.
All this week I have been home sick. And Peter has taken care of the kids and the house and the leak in the roof and just about everything. But there is only so much one person can do. So when I walked into work today, for the first time this week, and my mom said "honey you don't look great, you loook pale and weak, are you sure you're ok?" I about nearly cried. It was the sweetest most loving thing I had heard all week. When you're a mom to little kids, all your family really wants is for you just to be better as fast as possible. It's just so much work for everyone to do without you and the kids really need you. What you want when you're really really sick is your mom, telling you to rest, bringing you glasses of water, rubbing your back, changing your sheets, offering you bites of cracker. Those things never go away. And all it took was one little comment of concern and kindness from my mother to make me feel that again.