My baby has bronchitis...well, the baby version.
You'd never really know she was sick though because she is such a happy little spirit who inspires smiles everywhere we go.
Now, I'm not claiming to be the world's best Mom. I am not. I am just a regular Mom, doing the best that I can, just like everybody else. But it struck me as we sat in the doctor's office how important Moms are. Mothers are the ones who KNOW their children best. We are the ones who get the "hunches" that something is not right with a child or that a child needs some special attention. And we are the ones who normally make sure that children get what they need, whether it be food or clothes or kisses or stories or medical attention.
Now, as I sat holding this mask over Honor's face to help her receive her breathing treatment, I was filled with compassion and concern for this sweet baby...but more than that, I was filled with love for her. I wanted to help her. I also thought of my sweet sisters-in-law who have sat holding their newborns as they were covered with these plastic contraptions post-surgery, and I felt love for them and for the work that they did (and are doing) as mothers of children who require special love and attention.
And I thought about the Savior and got a little bit more of an understanding of why he loves us. That sudden burst of love and charity that I felt that was a result of her needing healing is probably similar to the emotional reaction that the Lord has for each of us when we come to him in need of treatment. It is truly the pure love of Christ. It is pure compassion. And even though we can often mask the things in us that need healing, the Master, like a Mother, cannot be fooled. He knows us too well. And he always has the perfect regimen for relief.
Honor is going to be fine. Look...she doesn't even look sick!
And I am thankful for all of the precious lessons that my children help me learn every day.