Treyson caught a little stomach flu and has been sick the past day or so. Thinking back on all the times my boys have been sick, I've come to these two conclusions:
1. There is nothing more painful, saddening, and frustrating than to see my child sick and miserable and not be able to do anything about it.
2. There is nothing more fulfilling, calming, reassuring, rewarding, and peace-bringing than to be able to rock that same child, asleep, in my arms.
(This is not Trey -- it's a picture of Kai years ago, but same idea ...... sick baby + rocking chair.)