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My boy isn’t feeling well. He’s got a chest cold with a cough. It hurts me when my kids are sick. Not that they’re sick all that often – it’s pretty rare – but when they are, I feel guilty, that I wasn’t able to protect them somehow. Like kids never get sick.
See, I know these things in my head, but my heart sometimes has a different language.
Some cough syrup, rest, food, water, and sleep should put him back up to speed in a few days. In the meantime, I’ll have a cranky boy on my hands, because he absolutely loathes being sick. If it were possible to yell a cough out of existence, his would be gone by now.