You know that question that Oprah always asks her guests: What do you know for sure? I have often wondered what I would answer if asked that question. Until now, I couldn't think of anything.
My son has been sick for a long time and he has gone through too many medical procedures to remember. Countless needles; IVs; bowel flushes; drug therapies; hot compresses; surgeries; tubes up the nose, down the throat and into the stomach -- through it all, I had always felt one thing: helpless.
But during the most recent round of treatments, I discovered that I am not helpless at all. After a treatment that left my son crying and screaming, something miraculous happened. As I wrapped my arms around him, folding him into me, he breathed a deep and heavy sigh and his body slowly stopped heaving, and he was just...calm.
I remember, when both my children were just babies -- how they'd howl when someone else carried them. And I remember how very proud and useful I felt when all I had to do was hold them in my arms and they'd nestle into me as if to say, "I'm home now."
What do I know for sure? That no one can soothe, comfort and love my children better than I can.