Being Sick

As a mom, I'm used to comforting sick kids and feeling miserable for them. Now, when it's me who's miserable, they are sweet and comforting me. Steve was great last night and fed the kids dinner and got them dressed for bed. Then he brought them in to our room for family prayer so I didn't have to get out of bed. After the prayer, I told the kids that I couldn't give them hugs and kisses because I didn't want them to get sick. They walked across the hall to their room and Logan just started crying, almost bawling actually. Steve couldn't get him to say what was wrong, but I figured it was about me. So I called to him that he could come back and tell me his knock knock jokes. That got his attention. So he and Rowen came running back to my bed and climbed up. I think Rowen told me her jokes first, while Logan finished with his sniffles. Then Logan looked at me with big tears in his eyes and said "knock knock". I asked "who's there" and he replied, "sick ... I mean, I hope" and I asked "I hope who" and he said "I hope you feel better and I love you". So of course, against my better judgment, I had to let him hug me. He has such a gentle heart some times. I need to remember the times like this one, the next time I get angry at him for not listening. I really love Logan more than I can say. And Rowen too, of course, even if her knock knock jokes usually involve chickens, eyeballs, or apples on orange trees. She was sweet and wanted to give me kisses. I finally let her kiss the top of my head, cause I figured germs would have a hard time getting there.