Sick and Tired

My sick little buddy,

It's been quite some time since I've written you a letter.  It's not for a lack of activity, because you've grown up so quickly these past few months.  You're coming up to your first birthday and have hit so many milestones; like walking by yourself and (finally!) getting your first tooth!  No, the reason Mommy hasn't written in so long is simply because I'm enjoying every minute I get to spend with you.  I still get to reflect on each day with you and cherish the special moments we share together in my heart, but life has become quite the juggling act with even the simplest of daily chores. 

Today, I have a bit more time on my hands, as I've stayed home from work to take care of you.  You have a stomach bug and, while this isn't your first time beings sick, this could, quite possibly, be the worst form of sickness for such a small little boy.  I know how horrible it feels when my own stomach is upset and I'm throwing up.  I can't imagine how you must feel.  And what makes it worse is that I have no way of being able to comfort you and take the pain away.  I wish so badly that I could simply take all your sickness and just put it on me.  I would gladly have it twice as bad, if it meant that you could feel better. 

When you cry, I want to cry too, because I'm absolutely powerless in this situation.  And that's a hard thing for a mother to realize.  My role as mother is to be your comfort, to love you and protect you from everything.  But the sad truth is that there are some things I simply will not be able to protect you from.  Hardships will come your way...and you'll simply have to overcome them.  I don't have some grand explanation for you, or a reasoning for whether it's fair or it.  It's simply how it is.  That's life. 

So while today may seem pretty bleak for both of us, you will be back to your old self soon enough.  (Hopefully by tomorrow.)  But, in the mean time, while you're sick and I'm tired, know that I'm not going anywhere.  I may not be able to take away all your pain...but my shoulder will always be here for you to rest your head, and my kisses will always be ready to dry your tears.  Hopefully, that brings some bit of comfort to this dark situation.

Feel better soon.

Love,
Mommy