At 11pm last night the vomiting began. It seemed like everyone’s kids are sick this time of year but I thought we might be able to dodge the bullet. Ha! I hadn’t gone to bed yet and I hear him crying. I hustled down the hall before he woke everyone else up reached down to help him look for his binky (which is usually the reason for the middle of the night cry) and I come up with a wet, gross handful of vomit. Poor guy. In moments like this my husband and I work like a well oiled machine. He wakes up, gathers the bedding, Clorox wipes the mattress, cleans the carpet and I clean the kid. We’ve had a lot of practice.
Not 2 hours later and several vomiting episodes later I got sweet boy number 1 back to bed and then sweetness number 2 started puking. Rinse and repeat for the well oiled machine and 2 hours after that he was back in bed. I was absolutely exhausted this morning when we woke up for preschool. Boys seemed to be in much better spirits. I kept them in their pajamas, helped my daughter get dress and threw everybody in the car to go to take my daughter to preschool. As I pull in the parking lot, my son throws up all over himself and his car seat. At this point I’m wondering where all this food is coming from.
I called my friend Kerry on my way to school to see if she would walk my daughter to her classroom so I wouldn’t even have to get the boys out of the car. She walks out just as I pull my son from the car seat and he proceeds to puke all over the cross walk in the parking lot. She quickly scoops up my daughter (who will hence forth be referenced to as the healthy one), and takes her to her classroom. So thankful for her.
I then look down at my pitiful kid, who is freezing, covered in vomit and crying. Without even being asked, my friend Carli (another momma whose child goes to preschool too) jumps out of her car with wipes, a plastic bag, a helpful suggestion for an outfit change and willing hands to rescue me with. While I cleaned up and changed my sons clothes she helped to clean out his car seat while she reassured me that she had been there too, that it would be okay and that she would be praying for it to pass quickly.
She saw a need. Addressed the need. Encouraged the recipient and went about her day as if she wasn’t a superhero. Mind blown.
I had several women come along side me to encourage me, care for my sick kids, care for my healthy kid and help me get through this less than awesome day. My little family lives far away from our extended family but we are so blessed to have this amazing community that steps in and helps me be a mom to these awesome little people, even when it’s not pretty. There was no judgement, there was however, huge amounts of encouragement, understanding and action. It is said that it takes a village to raise a child. This is what a village looks like.
This time of year is so busy. We are rushing everywhere we go. What if we made a conscious decision to address the immediate needs of those in our path. To help a stranger unload groceries into their car. To text a friend who has been discouraged. To hold the door and smile at the person behind you. To buy coffee for the person behind you in the drive thru. To help a mom whose kid is throwing up in the parking lot. Invite someone into your village this Christmas.
Let us all care for one another.
Galatians 6:9-10 And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.