You have to celebrate the small victories in life. For instance, two days ago, my youngest son came down with the flu. He was barfing like a championship level hurler for 24 hours.
That wasn’t a victory. That was brutal. Ivan, my poor little guy looked as pale as freshly fallen snow he was so sick. Thankfully, he recovered and is doing well now.
The real victory was he got better and my two other children didn’t get the flu. Usually, if one of my kids come down with some ailment, the other two contract it soon there after. So hooray for only one puker.