There is nothing like the love of a sister. Especially when you are sick.
At 3:00 a.m. I wake to the sound of small footsteps coming in my direction. The pitter-pat of little people feet can only mean one of two things – someone had a nightmare and needs to be reassured, or that someone is not feeling well. In my foggy, tired stupor, I am hoping for the former, but deep inside, I know that one of my angels is not feeling her best.
As I wipe my sleepy eyes, Ashleigh tells me that Mollie has thrown up in her bed. When I get to their bedroom, I see that Ashleigh has helped Mollie to the bathroom and has already gone downstairs to the kitchen to get Mollie a glass of water to clean out the yucky taste in her mouth. Ashleigh was able to tell me that Mollie was coughing, “actually, she was hacking”, and then threw up. She was willing to help me clean up the sheets and blankets that needed to be washed. As I returned to the bathroom, Ashleigh was standing right next to Mollie, rubbing her back and checking to make sure that Mollie did not have any throw up on her pajamas. She walked Mollie back to her bed and wanted to tuck her in with a clean blanket. Ashleigh then climbs up the stairs to her bed and whispers, “I love you, Mollie! I hope you can sleep now.”
There is nothing like the love of a sister. Especially when you are sick and have an amazing big sister like Ashleigh.