I have to admit that when I imagined being married, when I was a little girl, I didn’t picture myself sitting next to the toilet bowl, with vomit in my hair and my husband standing next to me wondering what to do. It is not the picture of romance is it? . . . . Or maybe it is.
Of the many health issues that I am prone to, migraines is one of them. A handful of times a year, I find myself at the mercy of pain that debilitates me, has me bent over the toilet heaving, blinded, thinking I am dying, that there is no way to the other side of the pain.
For those of you who suffer from migraines, I know you understand. For those of you who don’t, I hope that you never have to know the feeling.
Sadly, I had to spend all of Saturday in bed, in the dark, with a washcloth over my eyes, drugs at my beside, unable to keep anything down, praying every second for the pain to pass.
I literally could think of nothing but the pain. Nothing but trying to stay as still as possible and stop the hurting. I didn’t think about my kids or wonder what they were doing. I didn’t worry about if they had food or if they needed anything. I physically couldn’t begin to think about anything other than pain.
At about 4 in the afternoon, after the pain had subsided enough for me to open my eyes, it dawned on me that I hadn’t given my kids a thought all day. More than that, I hadn’t had to give them a thought. I was secure in knowing that Daddy was there and they would be taken care of. I didn’t need to worry about anything.
Then I thought, how lucky I am. I am so grateful to have this person to share my life with, even when things suck. How lucky I am to know someone has my back. That someone is there so share in the endless and exhausting responsibility of parenting.
If I had been a single parent, I am not sure I would have made it thru the day. All I could think was, how do single parents do it? How unbelievably challenging it must be. To not even be able to be sick for one day. God bless all of the single parents out there who have to get thru each day without the support of a spouse. My hats off to you. You are saints. You are truly amazing.
Thank God, that I have support of a great Hubby. One that I don’t have to tell what to do. He just did it. Without complaint. He let me recover in the silence of the room, drove 30 minutes away to get me medicine, and brought me french fries when my stomach had settled.
When I was able to think enough to find gratitude, I thought, this is what marriage is about. It is about supporting each other when you are at your worst. It is about taking over when the other can’t stand on their own feet. It is about reassuring that everything will be okay. It is about saying, “Your Beautiful” when they have vomit in their hair. Now that is love. Now that is worth fighting for.
Today’s Lesson In Marriage: Find gratitude for in my most desperate moments for all that Hubby does to help me through.