A quick thought this Thursday morning!
I try my best to be a Mom that shows up. And for the most part – I do. In my human way. I think I am brave and can face pretty much anything.
The one thing that really does test my resolve?! A puking kid!
Jesus take the wheel! I just can’t.
Poor Beks puked spectacularly last Friday night (while she was sleeping), around 12.30pm. And as I heard her big sis, Bella, call out to her – the words in the pic popped into my head. Sheer avoidance tactic of having to face the inevitable. You will be pleased to know I did not leave it to Bella to sort out, as tempting as it was.
I showed up. I took care of my baby girl, did 3 loads of washing until 3am Saturday morning. Gave her a spot in my bed. etc. etc. I must admit though, I caught myself huffing – ‘I hope you plan on puking at your Dad’s next weekend. Same time. Same way’. I know. Not ideal. She did not hear me. Promise!
And then we rolled with what the weekend brought us.
That’s all we can do, Moms. Roll with it. And do what we must. 🙂 Better yet, dala what we must 🙂
One day at a time!
Keep making magic!