THE JOY OF WASHING DIRTY DISHES

What seems like an eternity ago when Logan was in hospital 4 hours away from home I sat next to him with a dream. Many cuddles back when it was him and I toughing it out for months on end I prayed to be able to go home and wash those dirty dishes. My back ached from sitting in that bedside chair, I was incredibly tired and run down and ached every single day to take him home to his brothers. I wanted to do the normal things, like wash the boys dirty dishes. Yes we have a dishwasher but I wanted to stand at the sink and wash.

I did that one weekend. It was the toughest weekend of my life. I needed to cuddle my other boys and have a nights sleep without alarms for medication going off all night. Tough because I left him there and travelled the 4 hours home. I stood and washed those dishes vowing to never take another day for granted. This was a gift that some parents can't do because their children never leave the hospital so they too stay, for the love of their child. I washed my kids clothes, hung it out and appreciated the everyday things with my family.

Looking back Logan was so sick when I returned I still feel guilty leaving for that night. His little body was full of infections and he had to have a line put straight to his heart because they'd used every other vein for drips. He was on 7 different antibiotics. We almost lost him but he battled through it all. Today he bought me his usual handful of flowers and I did the dishes and loved life.

Thanks Logan, "Love you bigger than the world"