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Working Mom’s Devotional: Slowing Down With Sick Kids

Working Mom's Devotional

Nothing disrupts work like a sick kid.   Of course, it always happens during the worst possible week.  When I am traveling.  When I am too busy to stay at home.  When I am maxed out.

Enter bronchitis. 

My first-grader, Abby, has been coughing for two weeks.  She’s been trying to tell me she’s sick, but I’ve insisted otherwise.

“Honey, it’s just a cold.  Just drink some water and go to bed early tonight.”

In other words, You can’t be sick right now!  We are all too busy.  Who is going to stay home from school with you?

So I try to convince her she’s not sick.  But she’s not buying it.

“No. Mom, I’m serious.  There’s this frog in my throat.  The nurse says I should get it checked out.”

Did she say “the nurse”? 

Yes, we got the call.  Or should I say my husband got the call.  I was away on business.  (My timing is always impeccable.)

So I rushed home as soon as I could.  I clawed my way onto a full flight by giving them the “working mom” sob story.  And now I’m rearranging my day so that I can take care of her, work from home, and alleviate my guilt.

(Have I mentioned that I’m really afraid of the school nurse?  Ever since she caught me sending Nick to school with a fever in second grade,  she’s got my number.)

Yet deep down, I know that taking care of my daughter is exactly what I want to be doing today.  What I need to be doing.  Because as much as I hate it when my kids are sick,  it forces me to slow down.  To be still.  To stop and to be. 

We sit on the couch and read her favorite book.  She begs me to read another.  I turn off my phone and feed her ice cream.  With one hand on my laptop, I stroke her hair with my other hand.

Part of me feels guilty for doing “nothing.”  I am so preoccupied with being productive that it’s hard – I mean really hard – to watch cartoons and re-read the same books over and over again.  So I  turn my phone back on.  I even take a few calls.  But I don’t mute her coughing or worry about the background noise.  Because today, my most important job is being with her.  Being a mom.  Even forgetting I am a busy, stressed-out lawyer with whacked-out priorities and too many deadlines.

I hear the words of a prophet from the 7th Century BC. 

Slow down. Take a deep breath. What’s the hurry? Why wear yourself out? Just what are you after anyway? (Jeremiah 2:25) (The Message)

I need to take that deep breath.  To thank God for this day.

God, thank you for using a sick child to put my life in perspective.  Thank you for slowing me down.  For showing me that the temporary things that I am chasing do not compare to the gift of my daughter.  And please help Abby to get well soon. 

Has God ever used a sick kid to slow you down?

Do Working Moms Have More Guilt?

Working Mom's Devotional

In case you missed it, a recent study concluded that both working moms and stay-at-home moms suffer equally from guilt (and stress!).


I can’t say I was.  I’m just glad someone finally said it.  Guilt doesn’t discriminate.

Yes, the Guilt Fairy – as I like to call her – spreads her magic dust around in equal doses.  Here are a few things she likes to whisper shout in my ear. Continue reading →

A Devotional For Christian Working Moms?

Working Mom's Devotional

Every Friday, right here, I’ll be hosting a devotional for Working Moms.  But before I jump in – before we launch – I’d like to answer a few basic questions.

Who, What, Where, When, and Why. Continue reading →

(Not) Working At Home


Over the holidays, I decided to stay home with the kids as much as possible.  The plan?  I would “work” at home the week after Christmas and avoid the office.

Easier said than done.

The good news?

For the most part, I avoided the office.

The bad news?

I didn’t get much work done.  Even worse, I was downright rude to my children.

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Don’t Let Holiday Stress Make You Crazy!

Holiday stress can push us over the edge.  Do you ever have those moments when you know you’re in over your head?  When you just can’t breathe?

I push it to the limit every year.  Why should this year be any different?

I allocated exactly two hours to make homemade pasta for Christmas Eve Dinner.  One hour to make the pasta, 30 minutes for set up and clean up, and 30 minutes for “helpers” (aka my darling children) to slow me down.

What could go wrong?

Thirty minutes in, the attachment to the pasta machine cracks.  And we haven’t even finished our first batch.

 NO! This isn’t supposed to happen.  I don’t have a back-up plan.

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