Yesterday at 5am, I woke to the sound of a sad little boy coming from my baby monitor. Bryan and I both looked at each other, assuming it was a case of the “fussies” and he’d go back to sleep. After a few moments, my mommy-intuition kicked in and I tiptoed into his room to see what was the matter. Poor B was soaking wet with sweat and burning up. He had a fever that pushed 104. 

Sweet little B wanted nothing… NOTHING… more than to lie on mommy’s chest and be rocked (very unlike him. Normally he just wants to GO GO GO). For four hours (no joke) I rocked him in our rocking chair. Each time I stood up to put him in his bed so he could sleep and I could shower / work / pick up the house / answer an email / check my phone he cried enormous tears and reached for me. It was then that I realized God was granting me this special opportunity to show Brady the best kind of love, to make him feel safe and to comfort him when he needed me rather than try to multi-task.

As I sat and ignored the rest of the world rocking back and forth and back and forth in that chair, I smiled. I hated to see my little boy not feeling well, but I thanked God for the opportunity to serve him (and Him) when he needed me. I was grateful for the rare snuggly day and the chance to show Brady that mommy is here to make it better when he is sick or sad. Sick days are no fun, but opportunities like that are priceless.

Have a WONDERFUL Wednesday. Make the most of the opportunities you’re given today no matter what the price.

xo

Emily