When your baby is sick, your whole world stops. Particularly when you’re a stay at home mom. I can say this, having been a daycare provider. When the kids of the working parents were sick, they’d drop them off anyway. When you stay at home with your kids everyday, there is no escape. That’s not to hate on working parents, my point in all this is, that your sick kids act differently around you, than they do for a babysitter. My baby becomes clingy, emotional, and dissatisfied with everything I do, where as my daycare kids tried to behave as normally as possible. Why? My theory is that children know they are loved unconditionally by their own parents. They’re not afraid to express every thought and feeling to you because they know you will love them regardless.
The past couple days have been rough. Things I have wanted to get done, whether they be indulgent or of the chore nature, have come to a complete halt. I’m exhausted, frustrated, and am trying to survive that time in parenting that we all suffer through [working or not] when you are truly pushed to your limit. I’m glad that my child trusts me to love them unconditionally, but at the same time, I wish they wouldn’t trust me so much. Heck, I don’t even trust myself on some of those harder days. However, when my baby falls dead-weight into my arms, and rests her head on my shoulder in complete surrender, the trust she has for me gives me the confidence I need to get through the rest of the day doing what I was created to do: love my children.
I also want to take this time to say, I couldn’t do it without my husband. He knows me well enough now to sense when I’m close to my breaking point. Then, he comes charging in on his white horse… to recue the children from me. But in all seriousness, sick children deserve a compassionate caregiver, and some times moms max out on their compassion. That’s why I am so thankful to have an intuitive, hands-on husband to help me. It reminds me of what marriage was designed to be, a joint effort; so too is child-rearing a joint effort. As the mom, I feel like I should be able to do it all, but it took two to get to this place, and it takes two to get though it.
So thank you Hubs, for helping me. Even as I write this, you’re entertaining our daughter with Florence and the Machine. I love you.