It's 2:30 am, Eastern Time.
What began as my 6-year-old daughter's mild sore throat has developed into razor-sharp pain accompanying what sounds like pertussis.
She is bundled, now, on my lap, wrapped in her favorite comfy clothes inside a Thomas the Train comforter, like an oversized wedding appetizer.
Her crying has quieted.
We are sitting outside, on the front porch; the cool air soothing her cough.
Before the glow of my laptop (which is resting on her small legs) contributed a small dose of light pollution, we were examining the streelight reflections on the road outside our home, trying to determine whether it is raining, or only sounds like it is. We have both determined the rain drops are only the sounds of the trees shaking off the remnants of the several inches of precipitation which fell throughout the day.
The tree are getting rid of the weather, like big green wet dogs.
This is part of parenting.
We have all experience our child's illness, which always seems to choose the wee hours to reach maturity.
So, we all sit, and comfort, fulfilling a bushel of need; an armload of want; and a smattering of obligation.
Tomorrow may be painful; but these midnight moments are about healing.
This is also why we blog.
Because when our child grows sleepy, and the rest of the neighborhood has been dreaming deeply for hours; we look for someone to whisper to.
That someone is you, Dear Reader.
So, it is the three of us for these few minutes; a dad; his bundled daughter; and a distant friend, surfing the blogosphere.
It's 2:30 AM. This is how we parent. This is why we blog.
Because through the sharing, we all feel a little better.
Good night.
oh what a sweet web cam snap--NOTHING beats blogging at 2:30 =)
Posted by: Pamela Rote | Jun 29, 2013 at 06:07 PM
Beautiful post!
It really is heart wrenching when our children are ill and there's nothing that we can do except love and cuddle them until they get better. Sometimes those moments in the small hours are precious when there's peace and quiet, and it's just you and your child together. Getting better (hopefully) and taking it all in.
Hope your daughter's better now!
Posted by: Paul Wandason | Jul 04, 2013 at 05:49 AM
Thanks, Paul!
She's almost back to 100%; I'm surprised you can't hear her from where you are:)
Posted by: Kenny Bodanis | Jul 04, 2013 at 10:37 AM
I agree...it was all pretty surreal.
Posted by: Kenny Bodanis | Jul 04, 2013 at 10:38 AM