It was a rough night!

After having my second child, I realized I very rarely refer to them with their real names. My oldest, when a baby was called booger....I don't have a clue where that came from, but he was booger,,,boogs for short. When my younger boy was born, boogs became squish, and the newest addition became sqeaker...and those are the names I lovingly relate to my children. The funniest moment is when I realize my husband had begun using the names as well. There is nothing funnier that a 6'3" 275lb man calling sqeaker to a toddler running down the street...now try to envision it....you smiled too didn't you?

Squish has every once in a while, awoke in the middle of the night coughing. When this happens, I become filled with dread because I know whats coming next. I scramble out of bed....running to his room in hopes of catching him before it happens. If I am lucky, I make it, if I am not so lucky...I have a very large clean up job because, without fail, the coughing leads to vomitting. And every mother knows the misery of middle of the night cleanup. This particular night, the coughing started, but squish made his way on his own to the bathroom, missed the toilet, and was sitting in nastiness by the time I got to him. Showering was a necessity in this case! After the shower, I put squish back to bed with the infamous pot that you are given in case the 'episode' were to repeat itself later in the evening...which, of course, it does not because you are prepared....this sort of thing only ever happens when you are not prepared.
Not wanting to leave my baby boy alone so soon after getting sick, I layed in bed with him for a moment, rubbing his hair, and watching as his eyes were fluttering off to sleep. I asked him if he was feeling better. He slowly nodded his head as he started drifiting away. I quietly asked him if he wanted me to leave him be. His response will live with me forever....as I looked into the beautiful little face of my oldest son, eyes closed he asked me the most obvious question of all "why would any boy want their mommy to leave them be?" My heart sung. It is in these moments of inconvenience, sleep deprivation, when you look at a mess and realize your mother isn't here to clean this one up...that these little people rely on you to do the 'yucky' job....it is in these moments that God will show you how appreciated you really are. My five year old son appreciated me more in that moment that even he could realize....and I love him even more for the purity and honesty that came with his question......it was sincere.....it was amazing....

I think, looking at my children, the biggest realization was pointed out by my oldest sister. The amount of love I have for my children.....This is how my mom felt about me! When I look back at life, that reality amazes me. My mom loved me this much.....you cannot appreciate that until you have your children.....now go thank your mom!!