Case has had a stomach bug since last Saturday night. Poor guy complained of a tummy ache after our Saturday night treat of Klondike bars. But this was coming from the kid who complains each and every Sunday morning that he doesn't want to go to church. That he doesn't like church. But who also comes home every week talking and talking about what happened - he really does like church, it's just the getting there that's rough with him.
So when he was still complaining of a tummy ache Sunday morning, I didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until I had gotten myself ready, the girls' hair done, checked teeth and gathered all the scriptures that I noticed Case was lying on the couch with the "barf bowl" next to him. Thankfully, Jarad had taken him a little more seriously than I had, so **we** were prepared when he got sick. I did what any mommy would do as my boy was barfing into the bowl... I rubbed his back, got a warm washcloth for his face and a cup of water for him to rinse his mouth, cleaned out and sanitized the barf bowl and made up a little bed for him on the couch before heading out to church. (As luck would have it, I had stayed home with Tess the Sunday before when she had pink eye, so I got to go to church while Jarad stayed home with sick boy.) Unbeknownst to me, my girls were watching.
Sunday wore on and his fever spiked, a few more sick stomach episodes came and went and I dutifully cleaned up after him each time. Monday, the last day of Spring Break, he still was feeling sick and began having issues on the **other end** of things. A few cleanups were necessary and were taken care of with no ceremony whatsoever. And yet my daughters noticed.
So it came as a total surprise to me that both my girls, on separate occasions, came to me, and the conversations went something like this:
Them - Mom, I feel so sorry for you!
Me - Why do you feel sorry for me? Case is the one who's sick!
Them - Because you have to clean up his puke and poop.
Me - Oh, it's not so bad when it's your own kid's. Moms don't mind because they love their kids so much.
Them - Walk away, shaking their heads with wrinkled up noses and disbelief on their faces.
My poor girls got a glimpse of what's in store for them as moms. I don't think either of my girls has ever really acknowledged the hard work that we mommies do. At least they have never expressed it to me other than to say "thanks for dinner Mom" when prompted by their dad.
I hope that all the other good moments and fun times we have outweigh the sometimes not-so-fun realities of being a mommy, but I'll admit it was a bit of validation to receive even the slightest indication from my daughters that they appreciate me. If only because it means
they aren't the ones who have to clean up after their brother!