Sick Again

It's amazing how often a bunch of little kids can get sick. One day they're fine, the next day it's the sick Olympics. We've seen synchronized puking, vomit tag (you don't want to get tagged, trust me), and even a diarrhea shell game ("ok, which one of you…"). You really know your kids are sick when they ask to go to bed! And just about the time you get all three healthy again, one of them will walk up and say, "Daddy, I don't feel so… glurgh!!"

In the midst of this I've decided a few things.

First, kids get sick. It's no one's fault and I can't blame the same source every time. They get sick from friends, church, school, Wal-Mart, the pets, outside, inside, things they eat, things they touch, germs from Mom and Dad, and, oh yeah, the air. It's no use to declare that any particular event or person is off limits, your kids will still get sick. And if they didn't, they would just get sick later as adults. It's part of being healthy later to be exposed to things now. I even read once that kisses and cuddling help babies build their immune system. It makes sense.

Second, the preceding paragraph means nothing to the average mom who is out for blood because the kid with the sniffles ten days ago at the gas station is the obvious source of her baby's sour stomach. Obviously.

Third, it'll be nice when it's over. And I mean completely over; no sickness, no disease, no death. I will be so glad when we are not subject to the curse anymore and the old order of things has passed away. We live in a fallen world of disease and corruption. Things wear down and break, including us, and entropy is increasing. What a joy it will be when God changes the very laws of physics and all of that will be no more.