And So It Goes...

Jace is sick.

No really.

Jace is sick.

He was sick about 3 weeks ago and so I took him to the doctor who prescribed antibiotics and sent him home.

Done.

But he has had this hacking cough that has refused to go away and has gotten progressively worse. And so, on Tuesday, as he was too sick to go to school...again...I called the doctor's office to say, "So look. My son has a low grade fever and is coughing like a maniac and is feeling sick...I don't need to bring him in, right? It's viral?"

But of course, she said--Bring him in.

And so I did.

Pneumonia.

Jace has pneumonia. And so, once again the doctor sent him home with a plethora of drugs and a pat on the back as he walked out the door.

This kid...he gets everything. If it's going around? He's like a magnet. And so, I've spent the past 3 days juggling work and Jace. My job is such that it's impossible to really take a day off. We are an event-driven office and events are always just around the corner. So, a phone call here, popping in for lunch, a text there...that's about all Jace gets. But other than a few moments of...Gosh, Mom, I wish you were home...he's secluded in his bedroom, huddled under his covers, lights off. Occasionally I can coerce him into coming into the living room and talking to me...but it rarely lasts more than 5 minutes before he is dragging himself and his covers back to bed.

This whole Jace sickness? It reminds me a lot of our nation. Our nation is sick right now--utterly divided. I just sit around shaking my head. And my opinion is, it wouldn't have mattered who won. If Hillary won, Trump supporters would be throwing fits all across the nation. We've been throwing fits for 200 years now. It's what we do--every single election. Maybe this one is a hair-bit more prone to drama...but maybe not.

Thank God we have the freedom to have an opinion, the freedom to care, the freedom to have a voice.

Thank God for the freedom to protest, and the freedom to rejoice.

And so, rather than getting involved in all of the drama, I will just continue to sit back and shake my head.

It's what I do.

And thank God I have the freedom to do that.

Meanwhile, the sun will still come up each morning. Jace will get a little better each day, hopefully, and before long, he will be hoisting his backpack over his shoulder and heading out the door for school. I will wave to him as he slams the car door at the school's entrance, "Have a great day, Jace!" And he will mumble "love you" back at me.

And I will smile. Because that's my boy.

And meanwhile the sun will continue to rise each day and Christmas will come and go, and 2017 will arrive in all its glory.

And so it goes...and so it goes...

And most likely another four years will pass and we will have the opportunity to do this again.
And once again there will be protestors in the street and I will be shaking my head.

And so it goes...