The Best Medicine

After much discussion last week, it was decided that I would travel home to help my parents after my sisters left. I have to be honest ... I was pretty hesitant to take on the job, knowing I would also have two active little boys to take care of. I was so nervous that the three of us would become more of a burden than a help. And that I would basically just stress everybody out.

Silly. Silly. Me.

My parents blossomed under the care of my two little ones.

What I learned this week:

1) Watching a two-year-old peform "Open, Shut Them" and "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" was much more nourishing to the soul than any food I could have prepared for them.

2) Holding a sleeping baby kept my mom a thousand times warmer than the blanket I covered her with, or the slippers I helped put on her feet.

3) Listening to my boys laugh in the bathtub was more cleansing than the hydrogen peroxide I poured on their wounds as I changed their dressings.

4) Watching cartoons and eating breakfast in bed with her grandson was the best kind of distraction from my mom's constant pain and nausea. And my dad didn't even mind the crumbs left behind on his side of the bed. ;)

5) My constant encouragement was no match for the time Tanner saw my mom using the restroom and said "YAY!!! Grammy gets an M&M! Grammy gets an M&MMMMMMM!!!!"


These two were the best kind of medicine.

We'll be heading back next week for another dose.