A Mother's Thankfulness

For two weeks I have been listening to the sounds of sniffling, sneezing, and coughing. I've heard complaints of sore throats, headaches, earaches, and tiredness. I've fed them chicken soup, given them Robitussin, and covered their feet with Vicks VapoRub (grandmother swears by it). I've sat beside beds at night, wiped noses, and held them. Yesterday, I finally had to take them to the doctor. Both had sinus infections and Skye's ears were infected.

As I sat in the doctor's office I looked around at all the tired faces of the mothers there with their sick children and I started thinking of the things my mother did for me as a child, especially when I was sick. I believe some of the "treatments" I received are illegal now or at least have been proven to be ineffective. For example, I don't think horse liniment cures every ailment and the "recipe" we drank stopped coughing for a reason and probably killed a few brain cells in the process. But, back to the main point, I never knew how much my mother loved me and sacrificed for me until I had children of my own. As we approach Thanksgiving one of the things I'm most thankful for is my mother. My mother is my coach, my cheerleader, my mentor, and my friend. Thank you mom for all your love and patience over the years. I love you dearly and am proud to call you mom.