As I type this, I fear that I have picked up the H1N1 flu bug. Oh yes, this nasty little bug has scared the *%*#* out of me when my child ended up in a ER bed with IV's. Fever off the scale, and the poor little thing in tears she was in so much physical pain. As she recuperates (still not there), I am trying hard to stay healthy myself.
However, sometime today a big Mac truck has plowed into me. I keep taking my temperature and it's normal. My mouth and throat feel "funny" (can't describe), and my body just aches. I just need to get through dinner tonite, get my child her breathing treatments, get her into bed and okay, then I will drop. Which brings me to a Mother's strength.
Where does it come from? It prevails so many times over things it should not. A Mother's strength to hold a sick child, to kiss a boo-boo and make it better, to keep a house running, to let a child know it will be okay, and Mommy's here. I miss my own mother terribly right now. She gave me strength to be a better Mom. Right now I am digging deep and am afraid for the first time of getting sick and not being able to care for my child who is fighting this horrible H1N1.
I put my Faith in God. I trust He will guide me and He will keep us safe and heal us. For those reading this prayers would be good as well.
To my family and friends, be well, stay healthy.
Barney (aka Patty)
