My dear son,
It is painfully awful to see you sick - made worse only by being sick myself and therefore having less energy and stamina to help you get better. And while I'd rather not see you sick at all, I must admit that I love the way you want your momma while you're sick. I hope you always will. Even as a grown woman and a mother myself, there's still a part of me that yearns for my own mother while sick - to cook me soup and bring me OJ and ginger ale and most of all rub my feet. I hope I can be that same sort of comfort for you when you're sick, now and forever.
Get well soon,