Warning: if you get sick easily, you might want to stop reading now because the details of this story aint pretty but they sure are real.

Yesterday afternoon, I received a text from the mom of my daughter's best friend. They are in the same preschool class and were supposed to be traveling on a school bus (A BIG DEAL) for a field trip today. But, her friend had a tummy bug that prohibited her from joining today's field trip.

When I picked up my daughter last night, I told her about her little friend's illness. Within a few minutes, my daughter told me that she too had a tummy ache. I thought it was sympathy pain.

We arrived home and I took a load of junk into the house from my car. When I came out, my child had dropped trou and was relieving herself in the front yard. I ran out to her and she turned around and vomited multiple times. This went on all night. I was vomited on; I was pooped on. We both had to change clothes multiple times last night and shed many tears.

At 2 a.m., I was so tired, I decided to bring her to bed with me. Within the hour, I heard the heaving noises. I sprang up like a ninja but before I could get her anywhere, she vomited all over me and my bed.

It was in the quiet moments of the early morning when I was changing her and listening to her whimpers of pain that I forgot all about my own discomforts and felt so much love for my little girl that my heart almost burst. I also felt so thankful that she only sustained a minor viral infection. Some parents have to watch their child suffer from much worse.

There were moments yesterday when I was sure love and God's strength carried me through. I didn't go into nursing for a reason - the human body and its functions are not my passion. In fact, it's quite difficult for me to physically care for another human in such an intimate way. It was reminiscent of that first year when the bulk of parenting consisted of long nights and thousands of diaper changes. I thought for sure I'd never make it out alive - let alone bring another person through it with me. But, we both not only survived but thrived.

It's deep within the most difficult moments that we find the purest form of love. It's those moments when your child looks at you and needs you to help them with those really hard personal physical and emotional needs that you have found the true root of being a parent. You also realize how far your love stretches for your child.

My daughter reminded me with a smile full of delight that she puked on my face last night. It was a detail I would have rather forgotten. But, in the end it was an unpleasant event that made us a little closer and reassured her that I'd never leave her or give up on her, no matter what.

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