V-Vomit

 

So here’s the story…I promise I’m only going to talk about vomit for a second.  Really!  But the story of how and why I chose this word for the Blogging A to Z Challenge is SO much better than anything I could write about vomit…because after all….vomit is just gross.  So please bear with me to get to the part about how awesome God is and His timing being perfect.  It’s worth wading through the vomit for.

Video games…that would be easy to write about with 3  4 boys in the house.  Here’s the post:

Boys like video games.  I don’t.  I let them play them some, even though I think it’s a waste of time.  But somehow or other, video games seem to make guys happy and bond with each other.

That’s it.  All I’ve got to say about video games.

I’ve spent this week trying to think of V words that I could write about.  Asking God to give me the V word that He wants me to write about.  Over and over and over.

Today I thought of my van.

A lot of life, a lot of motherhood, a lot of miles, a lot of adventures (more coming on that soon,  promise!)  have happened in my girl Goldie.  She’s my trusty steed.

But even that just didn’t sit right with me.

All day, I asked God to give me a V word. After all, I went out of sequence of letters, and my OCD was going crazy with it!!!! And I promised myself that May would not get here before I finished this alphabet challenge!!!

And then tonight, at Monkey Boy’s lacrosse game, he came off the field and said he had a headache.

Uh oh!

My sweet Monkey Boy has been having migraines for a few years now.  Sent us to a pediatric neurologist, MRI, even ended up doing a 3 day test for seizures (not because of the migraines per say…but all this working with the neurologist leading up to his ADD diagnosis).  My only and best guess is that mild dehydration and mild exhaustion come together to cause a migraine for him.

When he has a migraine, it’s terrible.  Heart wrenching, I-don’t-know-how-parents-of-really-sick-kids-survive kind of moments.

So when he says he has a headache…life kid of stops.  Just like it did at his game tonight.  I hustled to the car to get his first line of meds…3 children’s acetaminophen and 2 children’s  Tylenol.  He chewed them all up…and 2 minutes later looked at me with that look.  The ‘I’m gonna puke’ look.  So we rushed to an out of the way area in the park where his game was being played, and after a very strange looking bird squawked at his and puffed up its feathers like it was going to attack him, (random, right?) He knelt down and started to vomit.

Bam!

There was my V word!

Because what mom hasn’t had to deal with vomit?

In public? In the car? In a bed in the middle of the night? On the floor?  Hopefully not, in your hands.

Here’s our official vomit catcher:

And what mom likes vomit?

It’s just part of the job requirements for the best job in the whole world.

You take the good, you take the bad.

There’s so many wonderful things about being a mom.  But some things, just stink.  Literally and/or figuratively.

But there is no other calling I could even want for my life that would be more important that being a mom.

A triple boy blessed momma.

And I am so thankful that God made my son vomit tonight.

Because when he did, I got to reflect on a part of motherhood that I’d rather skip altogether.  But if I got to skip some of the bad stuff?  I’m sure I’d have to give up some of the good stuff too.

And that just wouldn’t be alright with me.

Because there’s too much joy in this journey, and I wouldn’t want to miss a single bit of it.

So if I have to deal with a little vomit once and awhile, so I can enjoy the hugs, kisses, soul bearing chats, morning cuddles, hand holding every day…I’ll take the vomit every time.

And I’ll thank God for the hundreds of blessings that He has revealed to me in motherhood.

And I’ll thank Him that He is always right on time.  His timing is perfect, just like everything else about Him.