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.
March 24th, 2006 at 12:20 pm
Aww shucks! I hope she is feeling better today! Did you get her sick with what you had last week?
March 26th, 2006 at 11:36 pm
Of course not! She did this all on her own. ;)