Tonight…errrr….this morning…it’s 2:34 am, and I’m up caring for Olivia (our youngest) who apparently ate something that didn’t come close to agreeing with her. It’s been most of the night so far…Em’s a bit under the weather…so that leaves me and Anna (our 4 year old) to hold down the fort. It’s not the first time I’ve cared for one of our kids when they were sick in the middle of the night, it’s just that we’ve been blessed with a period of relative health as a family.
It got me thinking about how often my parents probably did that for me when I was young–the tough stuff–cleaning up after the sickness happened, losing sleep so that they could hear me if I needed them or so that I could have something to drink or needed clean sheets.
It ain’t pretty, but it’s love.
The real kind…demonstrated in actions. It isn’t sentimentality or empty words. It’s love.