Sick Babe in Arms

Yesterday, our ten month old was ill. He had a moderately high fever and wanted only to be in mama's arms. As I held him, knowing how precious these moments were, I thanked God to be able to be home with him. I stared at his sweet face and assured him that he was doing well. I rocked and sang and watched and prayed.

Too many mothers are being robbed of the experience of caring for their sick children. Other mothers are thoughtlessly throwing the opportunity away. Some of the deepest, and longest lasting connects are made during these precious times. Baby grows in trust. Mother grows in tenderness. And oh the joy when baby is well again.