Food for Spirit
My beautiful sixteen year old daughter awakened me about 4 a.m. today, crying that she felt sick.
She didn’t disappoint. Flu bug complete with fever.
The delicate balance of the mother-daughter dance surrendered to instinct. I held her. She allowed me to hold her. I stroked her brow. She welcomed my touch. I cuddled her until she fell asleep. She relaxed in my arms.
I’m soaking it in. For these few precious hours, I’m mommy again. God, it feels good.
Aww shucks! I hope she is feeling better today! Did you get her sick with what you had last week?
Of course not! She did this all on her own. ;)