Well, dear readers, we’re going through a bit of a rough patch right now. Moses has been in and out of the hospital for the last week due to a dental abscess, which has escalated to him throwing up everything in his stomach for the last three days, a fever, a terrible headache, a bad tummy ache and, now, we just found out that he has developed pneumonia! Ack!
I kept my calm for the first five days, but yesterday, I started to lose my patience (angry at the hospital, the medical establishment [all of their interventions just drive the “disease” deeper into Moses’ system, causes Moses’ body to create larger healing reactions], and then the doctors are bringing in “bigger guns” to suppress the healing reactions. Just so tired of the situation). What my boy needs is rest (which you don’t get at the hospital), a calm environment and to be at home. His body needs a rest and to be supported, not suppressed.
We all need a rest.
Last night, I was tired and angry. Sadly, I started to lose patience with Moses.
As we were getting ready for bed last night, my sweet boy told me, “I love you, mom…. even when you’re angry”.
As one of my friends remarked after witnessing him calmly and contently playing on his hospital bed: what a teacher he is.
I told him that I loved him too, and told him that I was sorry that I was being such a cranky puss.
To which, he responded, “That’s okay. Sometimes, I get angry too.”