I used to pride myself on not getting sick. I’m so healthy and full of probiotics and organic homemade juices! I would announce internally (and sometimes to the Jamba Juice lady pouring my health into a cup). Then I had kids. And all that awesomeness went out the window.
You just can’t stay healthy with kids! Once you have two (or more) your chances of surviving winter without poo and vomit decrease rapidly.
Last year was our worst year. And not coincidentally, it was the year I had stopped breastfeeding my third child AND my middle child went to preschool AND my oldest went to kindergarten. (Kick me in the gut Winter. Thank you.)
I literally wanted to burn my house down come March it had been so bad. And to make matters worse, people kept saying to me:
“Wow, you must not eat enough Vitamin C.”
“Why don’t you diffuse essential oils in every room of your house?”
“Why didn’t you give your kids the flu vaccine? That’s your problem.”
One friend even insisted that something was wrong with us, like we had been cursed or something.
But to all of those opinionated “healthy” people I say (with my fist held high): TWAS THE EFFECT OF PROCREATING THRICE!
It’s not my fault! It’s THEIRS!!! ……. right??!
Keeping three little beasties clean and healthy is a full-time job I just don’t have the skills and qualifications to tackle. I constantly feel like I’m on a merry-go-round of bile; and what’s worse, the spin of debris always seems to happen right when my husband and I have something nice planned.
The worst finally happened in October this year……..WHEN IT WASN’T EVEN WINTER!
My husband and I had bought tickets to one of our favorite bands. We had planned this hot date for MONTHS and even booked the grandparents to watch them for THE WHOLE NIGHT! Pure joy was ours.
Only it wasn’t.
The night before the concert our baby puked and pooped all over herself. An hour later, our middle child threw up all over the bathroom (and continued to do so for the next 12 hours).
At this point we knew our dreams had been shattered, so we canceled the grandparents and conceded to a night of chicken broth and Honey I Shrunk the Kids (which is STILL an amazing movie, by the way).
But the fun didn’t end there.
My husband got sick soon thereafter and then I threw up that night! Two days later, our oldest got sick, so we just all fell over like sad little dominoes. Cheers life.
To say I felt “knocked down” would’ve been an understatement, but here’s the cool part. I never ONCE freaked out.
I never once got depressed, lost my cool, yelled at my husband, ate five bowls of popcorn, or cried in the closet like I usually do. And you know why? I had my prayer warriors praying for me day and night! It was the first thing I did when I “woke up” after sleeping on the bathroom floor with my 4-year old.
THAT’S what held me together.
Not the probiotics or the vitamin C or the essential oils or the Ibuprofen or the crackers or the bone broth. Nope. We all still got sick. BUT, God met us in the dark places when our heads were in the toilet, and THAT’S why I’m writing.
“Though I walk through the darkest valley I will not fear [MN IN THE WINTER!!!]“. (Psalms 23:4)
- I will not fear sickness.
- I will not fear lack of sunlight.
- I will not fear family drama.
- I will not fear boredom.
- I will not fear ANYTHING!
The gloves are back on Winter!!
So let this be an encouragement to all of you as you face your own winter-with-kids. Rally up your troops. Get your friends, your neighbors, AND your parents to start praying for your family NOW. And then stock up on your “sick supplies”.
Because our best weapon really isn’t ourselves and our ability to fight germs with whatever-the-case-may-be. It’s our ability to turn to God FIRST — before, during, and after the strife. THAT’S the strength. That’s the remedy. And that’s the cure.
Stay healthy and