Thursday, February 21, 2008


Sickness is here for a visit. My boy burns. His body shakes as his teeth grind and the heat releases from his hands. 101,101,101, 104, 101, 99, 103. The cough starts, barking until it hurts in his everywhere. So tired of the cough, he shrinks it to a whisper, but still it overpowers and barks, in defense or on attack.

And I watch. And I question. And I hold. And I stroke. And I rub. And I serve. And I call. And I cradle his too long limbs on my lap through the too long night. My arm deeply sleeping as it holds him upright.

I look and I try to see the fever burning the sickness, boiling the invading germs, doing its job.

And I am overwhelmed by this visitor, who overstays its welcome. My eyes run and my mind invents reasons to feel sad and angry and so very hurt. Reasons outside this home. And with the palm of my hand monitoring the heat, I am less lonely.


Anonymous said...

this was so exact for how a mom feels when her child is sick.
it didn't come from a beautiful experience
it is beautifully written

Stu said...

I don't mean to sound insensitive, and obviously you know I feel so bad when any of your kids are sick, but I have to say that that was one of the most beautiful things you've ever written. Deeply moving.

Meg said...

Thanks Kat, and thanks Stu.

This parenting thing sometimes pulls in a way that I never imagined it would.