I’ve heard it said that whatever you’re doing on New Year’s is what you’ll be doing all year, and to be honest, this week, I had a few moments of hoping that wasn’t true. Because this is what we’ve been doing this week: RSV, bronchitis and a touch of a stomach flu. All in one house. All in one week. Needless to say, I haven’t slept since before Christmas.
But, at 4 a.m., when I was holding a crying baby with a spiking fever while a preschooler threw up beside me, I realized that this is EXACTLY what I’ll be doing this year.
Because this is what mothers do.
We kiss “bobos.”
We wipe tears.
And we love them in the middle of the mess.
And, all I can really hope is that this year I’ll do it even better. With more grace. More patience. And more joy.
Because even in the midst of the messiest times, I would not trade it, would not trade them, for anything.
But I will pray for a little more sleep.
Happy new year to you!