I just saw the cutest little girl while at the pharmacy. She just got her shots. Both arms have bandaids.
My son isn't doing well. His mental health issues are getting worse. On top of that he is refusing to take his medication properly.
I had a dream about him the other night. He was 5 and in his little letterman's jacket and baseball hat. He was walking and holding my hand. I miss that little guy. I miss his big smiles, his energy. He was the coolest, most loveable kid.
I watch him suffering now and it breaks my heart. I miss the days where his only worry when at the doctor's was whether a shot would hurt. When I knew I just had to kiss it to make it better. I can't love this pain away.
