It's funny how life has a way of making plans for you. Tomorrow was supposed to be Jason's birthday party, which he's been talking about since at least October. Today I was supposed to write another "Bon Weekend" post, not to mention get in to the office. And last night we were supposed to get a full night's sleep. Instead, at one o'clock this morning I found myself cleaning up vomit-stained sheets and trying to comfort a crying toddler who was understandably upset at having contracted a stomach flu.
So, today I'm kind of tired, having spent a sleepless night holding my son while he threw up, patting him on the back, singing to him through the wee hours of the morning. It wasn't what I'd call an ideal night, obviously. And yet, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Parenting means a lot of things. Sometimes it means trips to Disneyland, sometimes it means sending your kids to time-out, and sometimes it means staying up all night telling your sick child that everything will be OK. Of course I would have loved to get six or seven hours of good sleep last night, but even as I was blearily blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I couldn't help but feel lucky. Lucky because I get to be the one he turns to to make him feel better, to get him through a tough night. Lucky because, despite all the frustrations that I sometimes have, my life has been so enriched for getting to be a part of his.
Jason's already feeling better today, and right now he's curled up against his big teddy bear, taking a nap in the middle of the living room floor. There won't be a birthday party tomorrow, so even though we're going to try to make it up to him later, this weekend may prove difficult. But, looking at him down by my feet, peacefully sleeping, it's hard to feel anything but love.
I hope all of you have great weekends. Make sure to give the ones you love some hugs.