Parenting is a life-long contract.
Laying beside your adult child in an uncomfortable hospital recliner, remembering similar bedside "sleep" when she was much younger.
This one is the hardest. It's serious, its scary and I'm are helpless. No kissing the ouchie to make it feel better, or waiting for the fever to break.
Doctors, nurses, wires have replaced the snuggled sleepless night of assurance.
She gets stronger, not by what I can do, but from what others are doing for her.
Her health is out of my hands. Gratitude, love, helplessness, joy is what I feel as she improves.
I wish we all hand the same.
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