Just when I had everything planned for today, life throws me a curveball. It was nothing elaborate, really — just a simple matter of planning out my entire Thursday. I ended up canceling everything because my twins got hit by the dreaded diarrhea+vomiting combination.
The funny thing is, I’ve been through all sorts of things in my life but nothing makes me feel quite as helpless as seeing my child — or, in this case, my two youngest children — weakened by illness. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fever or a broken leg or chicken pox.The point is, their illness reminds me just how fragile their tiny bodies are and of the fact that, apart from giving them their medicines and giving them tepid sponge baths and rubbing ointment on their backs and bellies and praying to God to please, please, please heal them, there is simply nothing that I can do about it in the end. They are human. I am human. And no matter how much I love them, even if I cry until my tears run dry, even if I stay up all night and end up with dark eye circles like blackeyes, after I’ve given it my all…the rest is up to God.
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