Accepting the Things We Cannot Change

It's hard to watch your children hurt and be able to do absolutely nothing about it. It always has been.

When they were very small it was a different kind of agony. Those times when they were too young to understand what was going on, and there was no way to explain it to them. Brooke's asthma attacks back then were terrifying, she couldn't breathe so she would panic and that would make her breathing even worse. That's how I learned to talk people through panic attacks.

I thought this would get easier as they got older, but now they deal with different types of hurt. They understand the things they didn't back then, but sometimes with knowledge comes the sadness that there is nothing that you can do about it. 

We all struggle with it I suppose, but the amount of pain that I could save them in their lives if I could just get this through to them.

Some things you cannot change...