Another sick day

With a little one not feeling well, the season of Christmas is quickly put into focus.  All I want is for her to feel better.  The tree is up, shining its white lights.  The advent calendars have begun, each morning chocolates and Legos.  This year we are lighting advent candles, too.  Mac lit the first one, hope, and last night TJ lit the second one, peace.  But while we wait and plan, I just pray for her to feel better.  We mothers wish we could take the pain and discomfort of our children and bear it ourselves.  The struggle is that we can't.  So it's another day of waiting and snuggling her on the couch and bringing food and water.  Maybe today a Christmas show on t.v.  I will hug her, smooth her hair, run a bubble bath for her.  Though I hate that she isn't well, I am so grateful I am the one to care for her.