After a desperately difficult week, I'm so thankful for the habit of gratitude.
Sick children are mentally, emotionally and physically draining.
When it all began to feel like too much I would begin sifting through all the things I had to be thankful for in the midst of all this...
A hubby's frequent and concerned calls throughout the day.
A meal cooked for us (with dessert!).
Easily accessible meds to rein in out of control fevers.
The security of knowing medical help is readily available if we need it.
(My doctor's office rocks - they happily take my calls and provide advice that keeps me cool, calm and collected. They don't even make me feel bad for interrupting their day.)
Knowing my kids have healthy bodies that can fight the illness that assails them.
Soft lotion tissue for sore noses.
Library movie rentals and mountains of books.
Anticipating Daddy's arrival at the end of each long, hard day.
Imaginations still intact.
(She watched Tangled for the first time while sick. Now she bounces around the house with blankets on her head yelling "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your HAIR!")
Pom pom flowers to fill my empty dandelion vases.
They might be a little cheesy but they make me smile.
Sometimes you have to just let the littlest things bring you some cheer.
My dainty little yogurt eater.
She didn't eat much once she got sick.
It broke my heart to see her so miserable.
There is nothing more pitiful than the first time your baby gets sick.
I am so thankful that I can just be home to hold her and comfort her non stop.
I'm grateful that we are nearly through this.
And we're all O.K.
We can do hard things.