Oh, that dreaded sound that comes in the night that can jolt a mother out of a dead sleep... Someone is about to puke.  Noooo!!!


Just as I was sprawled across my bed with my laptop, considering what to blog about this week, it happened.  I will spare you the gory details, but all of you moms know what I'm talking about:  a sound coming from your child's room that can only mean one thing.  When "that" sound occurs, a mom can bolt out of bed, throw on her robe and dash down the hallway as if her life depended on it.  (Now if only I could move that fast without such a disgusting incentive!)

In this particular instance, I had the presence of mind to grab the nearest trash can in my mad dash to my son's room, only to shove it in his face just in time to avoid what was sure to be a full blown disaster.  As weird as it may seem, my inner voice was shouting "score!"  Ahh, the little victories of motherhood.

Something to ponder as I sit up half of the night with a sick boy, who is allowing me the rare opportunity to hold him close, rub his back, and assure him that everything will be OK.  Time passes by so quickly.  I have learned to grab onto every little moment that I can... even the yucky ones. I know that those things that may seem small and insignificant now will be the things that matter the most to Hunter later.  I hope that he will always be able to say, "When I really needed her, mom was always there."