I Shall Not Want
There's something sickening about seeing or listening to someone you love in pain, moaning audibly in the night. Or self destructing right before your eyes and there's nothing you can do to help. You can't make their stomach virus pass any faster or provide comfort while they're puking and pooping at the same time.
How do you stop a bomb from exploding when the flame has already been ignited?
Can we ever do enough to help the ones we love?
Like our children, we sacrifice beyond their comprehension and they still grow up and shun our love and roll they eyes and not want to cuddle and kiss anymore. Our parent think they will always know it all because, well they're our parents, but what about when we're right for once and they won't listen?
What lines are you willing to cross to save someone you love?
My Mom is moaning in the other room from a stomach virus me and my germy children more than likely passed her. My Dad is in a philosophical mood, interrupting my Facebooking to ask how far back I remember my childhood, telling me stories I've never heard from before I was born and quoting the bible.
"The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want..."
My Dad quoting the bible. It’s a weird night in the Bomar/Thompson household.
I love them so much sometimes it hurts.
There's something sickening about seeing or listening to someone you love in pain, moaning audibly in the night. Or self destructing right before your eyes and there's nothing you can do to help. You can't make their stomach virus pass any faster or provide comfort while they're puking and pooping at the same time.
How do you stop a bomb from exploding when the flame has already been ignited?
Can we ever do enough to help the ones we love?
Like our children, we sacrifice beyond their comprehension and they still grow up and shun our love and roll they eyes and not want to cuddle and kiss anymore. Our parent think they will always know it all because, well they're our parents, but what about when we're right for once and they won't listen?
What lines are you willing to cross to save someone you love?
My Mom is moaning in the other room from a stomach virus me and my germy children more than likely passed her. My Dad is in a philosophical mood, interrupting my Facebooking to ask how far back I remember my childhood, telling me stories I've never heard from before I was born and quoting the bible.
"The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want..."
My Dad quoting the bible. It’s a weird night in the Bomar/Thompson household.
I love them so much sometimes it hurts.
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