I arrived home a little while ago after a loooong day in the city with my sweet children and amazing mother-in-law. It was a good day, filled with things like eating at Quizno's, using a Groupon at Gap, strolling on several bridges at Riverfront Park, playing at a little kids' playground, getting a parking ticket (that part was not so good), Carmen singing "Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho" many times for Abraham, and especially visiting the Arts family.
I'm beginning to learn my lesson with driving with the kids, and so we chose not to leave the home of Rilla's cousins until after bedtime so that my little ones would sleep for the long ride home. They did... aside from waking up when we reached their grandma's... but after nearly six hours of driving today, poor Rilla threw up everywhere when we were less than a quarter mile from our home. So midnight found me consoling my sweet girl with fresh clothes, a fresh blanket, a fresh pacifier, and lots of cuddles.
And you know what? I love this. Absolutely love it.
Maybe that sounds crazy. It kind of is. Puke is really gross. I don't love that part. But there is something so magnificent about being the only person who can soothe this beautiful little child and genuinely comfort her and meet her physical and emotional needs when she is so tired and so sad. I love being able to serve her in this way and to be the mommy that she needs me to be. There is something that is just so sweet and rewarding and good in that.
It makes the cleanup worth it.
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