Getting Started

There's a strange, bright light shining through the living room window, creating a glare as I try to type. Strange, at least, for this part of the country in early February. I believe it's sunshine, although that's a very faint memory. If you close your eyes and take a very deep breath, you might even notice the tiniest little hint of a warmer season waiting in the wings. Until then, it's kleenex and thermometers and chicken noodle soup. My daughter has been in bed since Thursday, and while I thought she was making the turn toward recovery earlier this morning, her fever is going back up now. Like I told the pharmacist yesterday, I'd rather be sick myself than see my child this way. While we can have a little device in our cars to tell us "Turn right in 200 yards," and can share our thoughts with friends half a world away with a single click, we can't instantly cure illness. And as a mom, that makes me feel helpless. I know it's probably some sort of virus, and it will just take lots of rest, and fluids, and time, but I can't help thinking of parents who face more serious illnesses in their children. How their hearts must break, wishing they could trade places with their babies. They must wonder why? Why their child? Why there is no cure? So for now, I will be thankful that it's not that serious, and take advantage of our quiet time at home together.