The Gift of Good Health

Most days Yogs unlimited energy can be the source of real strain on everyone in the house. Jumping on chairs, climbing on tables, trying to get the TV down or putting his hands between the elevator doors, all these pranks manage to keep everyone on their toes. On extreme days, I wish he would be a little less active, a little more calmer and a lot more disciplined.

I guess, my prayers were answered and I was gifted such a day today. Yog contracted a bad stomach infection and he lay in bed barely able to move, dirtying diaper after diaper. There was no jumping around, no broken cups, and absolutely no mess in the house. In spite of the absolute cleanliness in the house, the whole house turned gloomy as the cheer disappeared from every corner. Yog was on medication, ORS, and buttermilk the whole day. On the face of it, I could not afford to show my worry, but inside I was waiting every minute to see a sign that he was improving. Anything, just anything to show me that the medication was working and he was getting better. And then God heard my prayers again. Yog was was playing with his blocks while eating dinner. He got bored and threw the whole set across to the other end of the room. The blocks crashed down and turned the clean room into a big mess within a second. Yogs face lit up with satisfaction and he smiled happily. Even though I pretended to be angry, my heart heaved a sigh of relief. This was definitely a sign that he was feeling better.

As the evening progressed and his energy returned, so did the naughty pranks. The only difference today was that my sense of appreciation for these pranks was far more than on normal days. Each new mess meant that he was a little bit more better.  How in the world could I have ever prayed for a clean and calmer house? After today, I can never imagine to trade the mess and the strain for  cleanliness and peace. The broken cups no longer mean mischief. They are a sign that Yog is growing taller each day and his mind becoming more aware of his surroundings. He wants to learn and explore the world around him. Which mother could possibly see a problem with that?

Later in the night, as Yog decided to mix his drinks (both ORS and buttermilk together) and try the concoction, I silently thanked God for always listening to my prayers. I now know that, God is definitely out there to grant all our wishes. It is up to us to be careful in what we ask for.