I know, I know. This is TMI.
But I’m a mom.
My 3 year old daughter was laying on me.
She wasn’t feeling well.
She sat up and there it went.
All. Over. Me.
The remains of her dinner covered me.
It was one of those messes that was so big,
I started to gag myself 
My instinct was to yank her up & run to the shower.
But in the middle of me processing,
I saw it and completely stopped.
Her big brown eyes looking at me.
Confused. Scared. Grossed out. Oh so very tired.
And I forgot everything.
And in that moment she was all that mattered.
I sat there vomit soaked.
I put my hand to her cheek. She closed her eyes as I held her head and stroked her hair.
“You are so strong…Your body is so healthy…
It’s okay…We are going to take a nice bath and you are going to feel so much better. Your body is doing such a great job…You are so strong.”
After a few moments my husband came to the rescue. He scooped up the dirty blankets, started the warm bath, and held my youngest.
As we took our time in the bath, he cleaned the couch and tossed everything in the laundry.
I know this isn’t glamorous or wild, but I wanted to share because it was such a simple half an hour of us being a pure family unit.
Everyone living in loving selflessness.
And I’m proud to be a part of it.
