It was a bittersweet reminder. Days like today remind me about how for five and a half years, she never had anyone to comfort her when she was sick. When she was sick, she probably either laid in a bed in a room by herself or sat in a stroller with no interaction. No one stroked her hair. She had no lap to lie her head on. No couch to spend the day on all cozied up. No Mama to feed her special food that won't hurt her tummy and fluids filled with electrolytes to try to keep her hydrated. Nannies don't have that option.
It is so heartbreaking to think of all that she has been through and all she has missed out on, but it reminds me how precious every day with her is now.
Seeing your child sick really does bring out the tenderness, the gentleness and compassion, in parents. But I wonder if there is something even sweeter about getting to care for a sick child who has never known the tenderness of a Mommy and Daddy before.
It is a privilege to care for her. It is a privilege to clean up her vomit. To lay her head on my lap and stroke her hair. To call her daughter.
How did I get the privilege of showing tenderness to this little one who has never known love before?
Only a gracious God would choose me to call her my own, to call her ours.
Our gracious God has blessed us so much with this daughter of ours, a blessing we don't deserve.