I love my children deeply and unconditionally but if I get coughed on, sneezed on, or breathed on anymore this weekend, I’m going to hurt somebody.
Two of my daughters have heinous colds. The third daughter is starting to sniff so I know her turn is coming. The older two girls are miserable. There have been fevers, coughing fits, lots of sighing, runny noses and the occasional loud moan. I feel horrible for them. It makes me ache to see them feeling bad. I would much rather be the sick one watching them dance around from the sofa. But that is yet another thing I have no control over. They are sick and feeling awful and there’s not much I can do about it.
Robert was out on errands for the majority of the day yesterday so I was the only “nurse” on duty in our home hospital wing. I got the girls juice and pampered them while they snuggled on the sofa and watched movies. I made sure they had medicine when they needed it and did all of those things that moms of ailing children do. The day went by and everyone seemed to be feeling better. Of course we had another round of fevers during the night so obviously, we’re not done yet.
Watching your children suffer is one of the banes of parenthood. Eventually your loved ones will be disappointed or sick or hurt and there’s nothing you can do about it. Of course, we do not live in an ideal world. Life is full of heartache, illness, disappointment and sadness. As parents, we have to let our children learn to deal with these things. I’m not embarrassed to admit that if it were up to me I would shield them from all of the bullies in life but I know that would lead to disaster!
For now, I just have to plod along refilling juice cups and spraying Lysol as I go. Hopefully today will be the last day. We can only hope that everyone rests well and fights off the cold gremlins. They are certainly nothing to sneeze at! 🙂
