I am Her Mother

It's 11:40pm. Really, it's not all that late, but I know it's going to be another long night, so I feel like it's already in the middle of the night.

My home is put to bed, everyone is asleep and I know I should be too, but here I sit in June's room on her "reading rug" hearing her try to breath through a clogged nose, a congested cough and listening to her little moans that tell me she isn't comfortable, but her little body just wants to sleep so bad. We are now approaching day 6 of June being sick. I'm exhausted, Dan's exhausted, and Owen has been living in his bouncer or on the floor.

 I can't sleep. Though I have come down with a cold myself, I sit here in her room making sure she is ok because that's what a mother does. I am her mother. I am the one curled up in her bed for just a little bit longer singing "I am a Child of God" and "Do you Want to Build a Snowman",because they are her favorite. Me, as a mother, who cries over her  begging her to just get better, and trying to shake off the awful feeling after taking her temperature for the millionth time just praying that it will be 100 degrees or lower, but yet it stays at 102. A mother who second guesses her self over whether to give it one more day with the meds or take her in. It's what I do. I am her mother. I have watched countless episodes of Mikey Mouse and Doc McStuffins, giving her whatever she asks for to eat just to keep something in her stomach. To not get discouraged in the hopes that she will eat something, but only takes one bite and doesn't want it anymore. I am her mother who has read the same 3 books over and over again because I can get a giggle out of her when I howl like a wolf. Anything to just make her feel a little bit better and happier. It's what you do as a Mother, and though my prayers have been more asking of things this past week, I do bow my head and Thank my Heavenly Father that I can be her mother. That I can do all these things that seem so mundane to the outside world, but mean everything to her, which means they are everything to me.  I am her mother and I am her comfort.

I know she will be ok, but there is nothing more awful than seeing your own child in such misery.

I am her mother and all I want is for her to be healthy and happy.