Adi woke nearly every hour and I did as well to hold her hair back and play the role of nurse mom for the next twenty four hours. My bouncy bubbly six and a half year old was like a lifeless doll. She couldn't even keep fluids down, and I began to worry. But before I went too far down that path I spotted the pink post it notes she had neglected to put away after playing with them the day before.
Lately, she has been leaving a lot of her things out of place, her focus at school has been lacking, and has even began throwing passionate fits. Irritated would would be an understatement in discribing my feelings about these behaviors. Now those pink post it notes were a reminder of her chronic disobedience but also to me that I had committed to praying for her. You see, I am a post it note prayer. I often write prayer requests on post its and stick the in various places around the house. Sometimes it is a just name, sometimes there are specifics, but they catch my eye and remind me to pray.
I had started this battle strong, but after long hours and little sleep, I was forgetting my strongest ally. I began to pray and God helped me remember how much joy Adi's spunky personality brings me. That He is sovereign in every situation, even using Adi's over site to encourage me to pray.
So I did. We made it through the night, and when Adi woke bouncing and playful, I was again, very great full. Today my sweet Olive was struck by the same virus and we have chosen an active prayer attack. She has hugged the toilet a few times and as a scurried down the hall to hold her hair back I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sound of my steps and my body language reminded me of my mom, when I was sick. It was a I have become my mother moment, but in a good way. When I was sick, she would scurry in hold my hair and rub my back.
Tonight I am the hair holding, back rubbing, nurse mom on the night watch. I am ready to battle this illness with prayer. Prayer for healing and prayers of gratitude. I thank God for a loving mom; thank you mom for being the type of mom who rubbed my back and held my hair; thank you for training me to be a good mom through your actions.