Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Stomach Virus Blues
Quiet moans and sobs through the night kept me us just on the edge of rest. With no way to comfort her, I felt helpless and exhausted. As a baby, a firm cuddle along with gentle movements always worked. I was her go to. As long as I was around, she felt safe. Now as a teenager, she wants to handle most everything on her own, even this flu. Out of respect, I resist the urge to pull her close, smoothe her hair with my hands and whisper, "Everything will be okay sweetie", because that is no longer comforting to my teenage girl. So I offer her my bed, hand her a towel and listen to her moans; with inaudible assurances and invisible touches. Because that is what she needs from me now.