Festival of Lights and Hope – Night Three

And on the third night of Hanukkah, my toddler was diagnosed with RSV. It seems to be mild, but it still breaks my heart to see my normally high-energy, bubbly girl sick and refusing her favorite foods. 

It’s times like these that I miss my mom even more because I can’t ask her what to do. She would probably reassure me that Eliza will be fine, which I already know. I just wish I had my mom here. 

I’ve mentioned before that my mom was my shamash, the helper candle that lights the rest. She held me through many difficult times and challenges, never wavering in her support. Her loss devastated me and I was afraid that I would spiral into a depression that I might not be able to climb out of. But she prepared me well and I’ve built a life that is full. Thank you, Mom.