Grateful

It breaks my heart to hear my daughter cry. To know that she is hurting and I cannot always fix it.

She's been under the weather for a few days and I know she's not feeling well when she's in tears and coughing. I hate to see that.  I know she's not feeling well when she goes from a daddy's girl to a mama's girl. (The one bonus to her being sick: I love the fact that she's open to cuddling and wants me to sing her lullabies. Any good mama would love that.)

I've spent two days at home with her this week and I know she is just plain miserable. Today as I was driving to work (and she was with her daddy), he called because she was crying and she wanted me. It made me tear up because I felt so badly for her. 

However, as much as I hate to see her cry. I am so grateful that she is only crying over a cold and a fever.

She is not one of 27 million girls that have much more to cry about.

She is not crying because she's been kidnapped and taken away from everything she has ever known.

She is not crying because she's been raped and forced into prostitution.

She is not crying because she's been sold into slavery, waking up in a strange country.

She's crying because she has a cold.

For that I am thanking God daily.