*to the tune of Farmer in the Dell*
The kids share the juice, the kids share the juice, Hi-ho the derry-o The kids share the juice
The kids vomit and sneeze, the kids vomit and sneeze, Hi-ho the derry-O The kids vomit and sneeze
The mommy soothes and sings, the mommy soothes and sings, Hi-ho the derry-O, the mommy soothes and sings.
The husband calls in sick, the husband calls in sick, Hi-ho the derry-O, the husband calls in sick.
The wife soothes and sings, the wife soothes and sings, Hi-ho the derry-O, the wife soothes and sings.
The kids are sick AGAIN, the kids are sick AGAIN, Hi-ho the derry-O, the kids are sick AGAIN!
There’s mucous on my sleeve, there’s mucous on my sleeve, Hi-ho the derry-O, there’s mucous on my sleeve.
The mom is sick alone, The mom is sick alone, Hi-ho the derry-O, the mom is sick alone.
Hang in there, mamas. It’s the season of cold, flu, and other super fun diseases. If you’re like me, you might feel pretty helpless, especially if it is the middle of the night on a Sunday, and your child has a high fever. I took my little Jonny to the doctor, only to find that I hadn’t renewed the insurance and it had expired the day before. I was so disgusted with myself. Way to go, mom. Your irresponsibility may have cost your son his life (Melodramatic, I know).
When I was sick as a child, all I needed was a cool wash-cloth and a hug from mom. Neither of my kids like the cool wash-cloth treatment, so sometimes I just stand over them, feeling helpless and confused. But even though I still struggle with the lie that I’m not enough, my son always amazes me. He’s a trooper when he gets sick. There is a little crying, but it doesn’t last very long. The second day on his antibiotics, he was running through the hallway like a super-hero. I realize that I am blessed to have a son who takes his medicine without a fuss and it also made me think about all you other mothers out there. What kind of things do you have to deal with? Do you have adequate transportation when this happens? Do you keep your medicine cabinets stocked in case of an emergency? Are your kids troopers, or do you need to mix medicine in with a root beer? Whatever your case, I applaud you, because I know that you do the very best you can. I know that it is hard when the kids get sick, especially because it has the tendency to cyclone through the family repeatedly. And when moms get sick? It doesn’t always mean we get to rest in a dark room with a humidifier and watch Price is Right like when we were kids. Your kiddos don’t understand of course. They can offer you a stuffed animal and say “Feel better, mommy,” but 10 seconds later they whine about wanting a snack or they hit their brother with a Wiffle bat. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. It is not a sign of weakness. You may think that other moms out there can handle it, without skipping a beat, but guess what, we struggle with it also. We can do this, ladies. Compassion is never wasted, and neither is trucking on, when your nose is a leaky faucet and your head is about to cave in. Your kids learn from how you take care of them.
“I can do all things, through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13
“Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind.” 1 Peter 3:8