As we were putting the boys to bed I was telling Tim how I've had a long week. 2 migraines and 2 bad headaches out of 5 days of our week so far makes for a not-so stellar and productive five days. Tonight my headache I had earlier during the day came back. After we put the boys down I went and laid down in bed.
Kyle came in and said, "Mama, I'm sorry that you have a head ache. I hope it will be gone tomorrow." I said, "Thanks buddy. Me too." Then Kyle suggested, "How about we say a prayer before I go back into my bed that your headache will go away?" "That's a good idea!" We both folded our arms and before I could start to say anything Kyle started the prayer and asked that his Mama's headache would go away. After he closed the prayer he said, "I hope it helps. I think your headache will go away."
Melt my heart.
Sometimes weeks are rough, that's just how it is. Sometimes days seem like weeks. And sometimes all it takes is a five minute conversation with my little boy to make it all better. I'm grateful for moments that remind me I'm doing what's most important, even when it seems daunting.
I love you my Kyle boy.
