Triangle......
I find myself treading water in the middle of my mother shape......my shape is a triangle. It has three sides. On one side sits Parklen, Parklen and his illness..... His needs, he needs me for his care, for his comfort, for his everything. I am constantly tending to his changing needs. Constantly trying to anticipate whats next and stay a step ahead. Always trying to protect him from picking up more sickness. Having to keep him home from the things he wants to do because he isn't well. Because other kids have germs that could bring him down. The past two weeks he has been very ill. I find myself staying up at night, running to his aide.....controlling his fever, remembering his meds round the clock, holding his hand as he looks me in the eyes and says, "Mama, I hurt inside." His side is very heavy...... On another side I find Paysen. My healthy, beautiful boy. His needs are so different. He doesn't need me because he is sick, he needs me because he