Adventures in Motherhood

So.

Here are the rules: we're going to talk about this once and only once, and then we're going to forget i mentioned it. kay?

mom is sick. has been for awhile now, and it hadn't bothered me before...but now i'm concerned. i've been here since tuesday, and in that time she's eaten a slice of french toast, half a bowl of soup, couple crackers, one chicken wing, and some corn. today, is when she had the chicken, corn, and toast; my pop says it's the most she's eaten in any one day since thanksgiving. when we read "'twas the night before christmas" before bed, something in my spirit said "this is the last christmas you have with her", and i have yet to shake it. i want to crawl into bed with her like i did once when i was little and hold her, but i know the touching would hurt. she winces when we hug her and hopes we don't see. ok. i lied. i'm not concerned. i'm a little scared.

mm.

Peace Be