I was reminded recently of a story from my fathering past. (Next month I’ll be a dad for 6 years now…so I guess I can refer to my early fathering days. 🙂 )
It was a couple of months after the twins, Selah and Jadah, were born, so Christian was a little older than 2 and sleeping in a “big” bed because his sisters had booted him out of the crib. Rachel and I were already in bed, but not asleep yet, and we hear him start yelling, “I spit Mommy! I spit!” We both spring up wondering why is our little boy yelling at us that he’s spitting in bed!
We quickly discovered that a 2 year olds limited vocabulary defines spitting as vomiting! We entered his room and smelled it before we could see it. Then we saw it…..EVERYWHERE. All over him and his sheets. In a dazzling maneuver of tag team mastery, Rachel swooped up the boy to take him to the bathroom while I quickly took off his sheets and anything that was soiled to get them changed out. I then took over bath duties as Rachel got out new sheets to put on his bed.
After much consoling, we finally got him settled back down and in bed. What a night!
Then…..less than 30 minutes later again we hear, “I spit, I spit!” Yep…it was equally as dispersed all over him and his sheets again. Cue the same dance of changing sheets, clothes, and bathing boy.
Again, we console and comfort and then get him back to sleep.
15 minutes later….we hear crying….and, “I spit again mommy!” At this point, I think Christian felt a little sorry for his now sleep deprived young parents because his “spit” was only on his sheets. This time he spared his 3rd pair of pajamas. Being out of sheets at this point, Christian got to sleep on top of “Daddy’s” Redskins blanket for the night. And finally…we slept. (Praise Jesus that Selah and Jadah were sleeping through the night at this point.)
Today is Mother’s Day. At minimum, on one day a year we reflect on the phenomenon that is a “Mom.” I care deeply about Fatherhood, but we know that Motherhood makes the world go ‘round. Presidents, Prime Ministers, and Kings are raised by Mothers. Mothers have the unthankful jobs of cleaning, re-cleaning, and cleaning up again all while steering their children toward their full potential.
In the Christian “spitting” story I was merely a helping hand to Rachel’s calm control of the situation. On a daily basis I am amazed by the consistent love, discipline, and patience that she shows our children. Hopefully more than 1 day a year I can remember to honor her (and my mom) in the continual sacrifice they give, have given, and will continue to give in the name of Motherhood.
God bless Moms!