There are many things about motherhood that are not glamorous. When Jackson was a baby it was a guarantee that every dirty diaper would resemble an explosion. But honestly, I can handle poop much more than vomit. If there’s one thing I can’t find glory in, no matter how hard I try, it’s throw up.
One morning, not long ago, Jackson slept later than normal. We needed to be out the door to get to Bible study on time so I fixed an easy breakfast that he could eat in the car. I handed him a container of cereal and french toast and herded my little turtle out the door.
Here’s how the morning went down…
1. I looked in my rear view mirror, like I often do when we’re driving, and saw this face. The sight never gets old. Although I did notice he looked a little pale…
2. Seconds later I heard the gush of vomit as we pulled into the church parking lot.
3. I striped Jackson down and tried to figure out how to clean up the natural disaster without tossing my cookies.
4. When I had cleaned up as well as I could with baby wipes and Kleenex, we drove home in a puke infested car. The fumes were toxic I tell ya. I prayed my white-as-a-ghost kid didn’t barf again.
5. We made it home and I began scrubbing vomit with the cleaner that EVERY mom needs to have on hand.
I cleaned up the car and tossed Jackson’s clothes in the trash (yes, they were that gross and I had already dealt with enough puke). I gave Jackson a bath, let him have a new pair of Cars pi’s I had been saving for his birthday, and made a special spot on the couch for him to watch his favorite movie You guessed it – Cars.
I covered him with a blanket and leaned down to kiss his cheek and that’s when I witnessed glory in the ordinary. He threw his little arms around my neck and gave me the biggest hug. I’m not sure he’s ever squeezed me so tight and in that moment tears filled my eyes. I was reminded that even puke-filled days can give you a glimpse of the glorious.
