Being Sick and a Mom is no FUN!

Being sick is no fun. The last two weeks in my house have been a whirlwind. It started with my husband—just him at first. And if you know how men are when they’re sick, you’ll get it. It’s like having another child. They sleep, nibble at food, and whine. Oh, the whining! Meanwhile, I was juggling life: driving the kids to a seemingly endless string of soccer games for a tournament.

Then, Sunday night rolled around. After three games in one day—spread all over town and even beyond—I felt awful. I told myself it was just exhaustion. Who wouldn’t feel drained after a day like that? But, being a mom, you power through.

Well, Monday morning hit me like a freight train. It wasn’t just exhaustion. Nope, I was sick. My husband had kindly passed along his plague. And, just as I was down for the count, he was miraculously feeling better. So much better, in fact, that he left for a business trip Monday morning, leaving me with sick with the kids, a school project for my youngest, and helping my oldest study for a final. I was officially done.

If you’ve ever been there—sick, overwhelmed, and holding everything together—I see you. We’re in this together. Honestly, it takes a village to raise kids—or at least one determined mom who refuses to quit.

Here’s the thing: as hard as those moments are, I’d do it all over again. Every exhausting, frustrating minute of it. You see, I didn’t have that growing up. There wasn’t anyone driving me to practices, cooking me soup when I was sick, or helping me with homework and school projects. It was just me. Only me.

My mom passed away when I was young, and my stepmom? Let’s just say she wasn’t interested in mothering me. My dad tried in his own way, but nurturing wasn’t his strong suit. I’ll never forget him once telling me, “I know you’re trying 100%, but it’s not enough. Can you try harder?”

So, I grew up fast. I learned to accept my Cinderella-like childhood, but it left me with a vow: my kids would never feel the way I did. They would never question their worth or wonder if they were loved.

I’m not perfect—never claimed to be—but I do my best every day to be the mom they deserve. Because they deserve nothing less.

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