Okay, so today's post is a broad interpretation of the prompt "I've been here all night." But I'm down and out with a nasty stomach flu and this is pretty much the best I've got for today.
Sara was fine by mid morning today, so imagine my great surprise when I was sitting on her bed reading her 'Little Women" and I had to drop the book and run for the bathroom. It hit out of the blue and with absolutely no warning.
Luckily Robert was home today and was willing to take over. So I spent all day in self-imposed exile in my room, not willing to infect anyone.
Fast forward to the kids' bedtimes, and Sara comes into our bedroom.
Sara: Mommy? Are you feeling better?
Me: Yes, honey. I'm feeling better.
Sara: Did you throw up?
Me: I did.
Sara: I'm sorry you don't feel good Mommy!
Me: Thank you, Sara. That's really sweet of you!
Sara: Do you remember when Daddy was gone and I got sick and was throwing up when we lived in Illinois?
Me: I do remember that.
Sara: And I slept on the bathroom floor because I kept throwing up?
Me: Yes, ma'am...
Sara: And do you remember sleeping on the hallway floor beside me so you could hold my hand because I was scared?
Sara: When I woke up in the morning, I felt better and you were still holding my hand.
Sara: so you slept on the floor all night so I wouldn't have to be alone and sick and scared.
Me: I don't want you to ever feel alone and scared - especially when you are sick.
Sara: Mommy? Do you want me to sleep on the floor beside you tonight so you won't be alone and sick?
Me: No sweetie. I'm going to be fine. I want you to sleep in your warm, comfy bed.
Sara: Okay. But if you change your mind, come wake me up.
Me: I will. Thank you, baby.
Sara: You're welcome Mommy.
Every now and then you get proof that somewhere along the line, you might just be doing something right after all. I was so genuinely touched by that. I feel so blessed today, oh my goodness, I can't even process it all.