The anguish of a sick child....
My little 4-1/2 month old son has come down with his first illness, the common cold. He just cannot understand why he can't breathe through his nose anymore, and he looks so pitiful holding his mouth ajar in order to let in air that way. It breaks a mother's heart to see her baby so uncomfortable, with little to offer to ease the discomfort except for cuddles, songs, and that dreaded blue bulb-syringe for his little nose.
Mom just dropped by to brighten his day, though, by bringing him a card and a board book for Valentine's Day. His eyes lit up and his legs started bicycling when he saw his Mimi's happy face.
Guilty feelings prevail on my end as I fuss at myself for maybe kissing him too much last week when I was battling the same exact symptoms. But one can't help loving on an infant so tender and affectionate. :0)
So now I know what all mothers feel when they see their children not feeling well. I know the anguish behind my mother's eyes as she would look at me when I, as a child, was feverish or miserably ill. God grants us moms such a compassion that cannot be extinguished....it starts young, as we nurture our dolls or even our pets. And it magnifies tenfold when we have young of our own to tend to and watch over. Our men remain strong for us as we coddle and fuss about....what a balance between man and wife is this.
Thank you, dear Ken, for being my anchor, through many, many other long and difficult trials, and even during little squawls such as this.
And thank You, God, for cute little Gardner, runny nose and all. :0)
Mom just dropped by to brighten his day, though, by bringing him a card and a board book for Valentine's Day. His eyes lit up and his legs started bicycling when he saw his Mimi's happy face.
Guilty feelings prevail on my end as I fuss at myself for maybe kissing him too much last week when I was battling the same exact symptoms. But one can't help loving on an infant so tender and affectionate. :0)
So now I know what all mothers feel when they see their children not feeling well. I know the anguish behind my mother's eyes as she would look at me when I, as a child, was feverish or miserably ill. God grants us moms such a compassion that cannot be extinguished....it starts young, as we nurture our dolls or even our pets. And it magnifies tenfold when we have young of our own to tend to and watch over. Our men remain strong for us as we coddle and fuss about....what a balance between man and wife is this.
Thank you, dear Ken, for being my anchor, through many, many other long and difficult trials, and even during little squawls such as this.
And thank You, God, for cute little Gardner, runny nose and all. :0)
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