Doesn’t it just tear your heart out?  It does mine.  I have two “little ones” as I call them - my girls who are five and two years old, and have recently encountered the flu.  The two year old, Jasmine, had it just after Easter and, though it was nasty, she now thinks it was the chocolate that made her sick and won’t eat any more of it.  Could be a blessing there because she certainly doesn’t need it!  But when she was sick, she never looked so little to me.  She is petite anyway, but to see her tiny frame curled up on the couch, as white as the sheet covering her, just broke my heart.  I couldn’t help her feel better.  All I could do is sit beside her, rub her head, and hold the bucket.  I won’t go into details…but it was a helpless feeling.  She kept saying she felt better, but of course she wasn’t.

It only lasted a day, and now she is back to normal, or at least can eat and drink anything she wants.  She hasn’t fully regained her strength, though.  It takes a lot out of them.  And now last night…or I should say this morning because it was 2am, my five year old, Nicole, woke me to say she had thrown up.  I only got to sleep at 12:30 or 1am, so I was a bit groggy at first.  But then I spent the night - again - on the couch next to a little girl who was sick. 
As a mother, I wish there was a magic cure when your kids are sick.  Something you can tap their heads with to take away the pain, suffering and anguish.  However, I thank my lucky stars that it’s just the flu.  I know there are millions of moms and dads out there having to spend time in a hospital with their kids, watching them get sicker and sicker - knowing they won’t grow up to have a family of their own.  To those parents, my prayers are with you, and I bow to your strength and the dedication to your children.  You are to be commended. 

Lori