Last week as I softly woke each girl up to get ready for school I gently peeled back Myleigh’s comforter to discover that she was covered in spots.
After completely freaking out that we had been invaded with fleas or mosquitoes or some killer flying insect that was feeding on my child, we realized that she had the chicken pox.
I thought the chicken pox went extinct back in the 80’s but apparently they still quietly linger around searching out small little victims.
My poor little girl looked like she had been in a paintball gun war… and lost.
We crossed our fingers and said our prayers that the two other triplets, who share everything with her, would not fall victim as well. We also prayed that mommy, daddy, sissy and baby would be safe and pox free through all of it.
While all the other girls went to school my husband and I stayed home to take care of our little girl who was covered in whelps. We bathed her in oatmeal, covered her in calamine lotion and gave her the chicken pox medicine handed out by the doctor.
She thanked us each time.
If it had to happen to one of our children then we would have picked her. Sad to say but she is the most passive, kind-hearted child I have ever known and never complained once.
As a matter of fact, she gave thanks and praised God the entire time.
After my sister, her Tia, dropped off a bag of goodies for her she turned to me and said “Mommy, thank you for Tia.”.
When we bathed her in oatmeal she said “Thank you for taking care of me.”
When we covered her in calamine lotion she said “Thank you for getting your hands messy so that I don’t itch.”
When she got a get well package in the mail from her grandma she said “This is the best day of my life.”
It started to pour down rain while we were stuck at home and she asked me to go sit on our porch and watch the rain, one of our favorite things to do. As we were sitting there, her covered in bumps and me as tired as they come, she looked out to our yard and said “Mommy, can’t you just see the beauty.”
I could see it, not in the rain but in the heart of my child.
What if we could give praise through the pox?
What if we could give thanks through the pain?
What if we could see the cure and not the diagnosis?
What if we could apologize for someones dirty hands while we get relief?
What if we could sit covered in our sores, sitting in the pouring rain and say “Can’t you just see the beauty?”.
Today I’m going to use Myleigh’s eyes to see the world. I’m going to use her heart to communicate with others. I’m going to use her smile to face my troubles.
Today I will give praise through the pain and see the beauty in the rain.
Merciful Father thank you for the beauty behind the pain. Show us how to keep our eyes focused on you and all the blessings that are poured over us daily. Give us Your eyes. In Jesus name, amen.
The only time Myleigh ever complained is when she missed her sisters. Several times throughout the day she would ask if it was time to pick them up. It made me extremely thankful that even though she has spent ever moment of her life with them since conception, she stills wants to be right next to them every day.