Wednesday, September 24, 2014

It's funny how I can question my love for my children, but then something happens and I hop into super-mommy mode. Matthew started puking last night, and I held him close to me and brought him into the bathroom to shower. He started puking again, and I just held him some more, letting it get on me. After I got him into the shower, I started cleaning up. When I had cleaned up the bathroom, I had Nick watch Matthew in the shower while I cleaned up the living room. In all that time, there was never a feeling of resentment, just love and pity that Matthew was having to go through this. He looked so miserable right before he puked (and I knew he was going to just by the look on his face). It makes me feel relieved to have those feelings, especially after the ones that I have when I question my love.