it's that time of the year again

it's that time of the year again. coughing thickens. fever rises. and school days are missed.

Will slips his little hand into mine and looks up at me expectantly with a face full of love and exhausted from repeated bouts of asthma. I've been staying home with him for a week now. printing coloring pages, reading children's books. waking up in the middle of the night, every night. watching him gasp for air, his lungs fighting but unable to suck in what they need. and falling asleep to the sound of his heavy breathing, guilt and fear gripping my heart and with nothing but a silent prayer to comfort my sick child.

I softly stroke the hair off my little boy's forehead, trying to gently remind myself that this is life. that kids get sick. but kids are tough and they do get through these things.

I know. I know we'll get through this. but sometimes it's hard. some days it's just too hard.

Comments

[nel]

p.s. you sound like a beautiful, caring mum.

[ann adams]

Irene, thank you so much for the support. We're hanging in one day at a time and the kindness of people I've never met never fails to amaze me.

Hope your little guy feels better soon. It's so hard to watch them and feel helpless. It's wonderful though how resilient little ones are.

[Susie Sunshine]

Some days it is really, really hard.