Feelin' Important

I came down with something the other night. Not just a little something - the sniffles or a few aches and pains. I was violently ill.

Peter was a prince. Okay, not at first. In the beginning he thought I was exaggerating and kept teasing me: "Stop your belly-achin'. If you're going to be moaning all night, can you go sleep on the couch?" By the middle of the night he realized that I was serious.

The early morning was the pits, contending with the illness and still trying to maintain a semblance of sanity and normalcy for the kids. By 8:30am I was calling a babysitter and by noon Peter was home from work. He did his best, taking care of the kids and filling my random requests from bed, but when it comes down to it our house is just not the same if I'm not around. It's not as though everything fell apart, because Peter really does a great job, but the little things simply don't run as smoothly. The minor seams start coming apart, everyone is on-edge, the kids are clingy and whiny.

I'm so glad God gave me a day like that. I learned a very valuable lesson. I may not be the most powerful, influential person in the world. I may not even be all that important to more than a handful of loved ones. But for my household, I'm indispensible. I'm so thankful to be feeling better (not great, but better), and even more thankful to know that I AM important, in my own little way.