Middle of the Night Musings

I'm up.  It's 4 am.  I have a sick child and to try and go to bed and sleep is laughable.  So here's how it went down.  My mom sense kicked in and began to awake around 3:40 am.  There's a light in the hallway.  Did I leave that on when I came to bed?  Is Nate still in here or is he up?  No, didn't leave a light on, yes Nate is still here.  So I get up and check the bathroom just in time to direct my child to the toilet, this child is VERY inexperienced with stomach bugs.  :)  Ah yes, it's take action time.  Does it hurt or feel sickish?  Is it bad or just annoying?  Do you want to try to drink something?  Let me get a bucket and get you back into your comfy bed.  Oh and do you want me to set up the iPad so you can watch something on Netflix?  Phineas and Ferb?  Okay buddy, you got it.  He also gets his mother and father at his disposal.

Even though I don't like seeing my kids sick, I find it a privilege to take care of them.  I love taking care of them and comforting them when they feel bad.  I know I'm not the only parent that feels this way.  Then I think of the sick kids that don't have a mommy or daddy to get up with them in the middle of the night, let a lone stick an iPad in front of them to watch a cartoon.  I find that I feel frustrated a lot because I can't adopt them all.  I don't have enough money to get the proper medical care all millions and millions of them need.  So I pray for them.  I put them in God's hands and hope that someone will be there to show them a parents love, even if it's just temporary.  So while my son lays next to his bucket and laughs at the cartoon, I'm sitting here praying for the children who don't even have a blanket to snuggle.  Pray with me.