I hate it when she's sick.
It makes me feel so small and helpless and lost.
I am MOMMY! I am supposed to make everything better! I am the kisser of boo-boos, the finder of toys, the giver of the all-important food...but I am not the healer of a fever. I can't make it go away.
All I can do is hold her and kiss her and pray to the One who is the ultimate Healer. I can let her watch too much tv in bed with me all day. I can hold her little feverish body close to me and listen to her breathing and respond to her whimpers. And when she finally falls asleep I can kiss her forehead and smile because I know that she'll be better in the morning.
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