Last Updated on August 15, 2018
When I was three years old I started having “growing pains” in my legs. I spent so many nights in bed, whining while my mom or dad rubbed (and rubbed and rubbed) my calves. I remember the pain vividly because — sometimes — I actually still have it. As I kid, I looked forward to turning 12 because the doctor had said the pains usually stopped around that age. But 12 came and went and the pains didn’t go with it.
A few weeks ago, Eden, who’s three, started complaining about her legs hurting. It was at nighttime and I immediately knew the cause. “Growing Pains” had struck again. I hate that my girl is going to deal with that same awful pain I dealt with for so many years.
A few nights ago, as I laid in bed with her rubbing her legs, I thought about the sacrifices of parents. Rubbing her legs was what I was doing instead of soaking up some needed “free time” that night as I’d planned. Of course, I didn’t mind because I know the pain all too well, and as her mother, I’d do anything to take it away. Still, it made me mindful of the sacrifices my parents made for me — both big and small — on an absolutely countless number of occasions. Even if I didn’t always show it as a child, I hope they know I am forever grateful for their unconditional love and sacrifices!
{Editor’s Note: This post was shared with us through our “Contact Form” from Kelcie Huffstickler before she became a permanent contributor at MomLife Today!
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