It started early on, after my first surgery when I could barely move my arms because of the lymph node biopsies. Someone sent us tons of great food and so we had friends over to help us eat so that it wouldn't go to waste. (Seriously, SO much food.) Later, one guy loaded the dishwasher - not in the prissy neat way I favored, with plates sorted out into tidy, neatly aligned zones.
He crammed so much stuff into that dishwasher, I thought he might have to nail it shut.
I quietly died, sitting there watching. Made mental notes to rewash things the next day. Except...
Of course everything was spotless.
I am reminded of that day because I am letting my kids do more for me these days. I'm trying to let them keep being the capable helpers they were while I was sick. Letting go and letting them grow up... So not easy.
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oh gosh.. I have been there, done that. With both my kids, and my husband. It was hard, and it's still hard. But I like to think we are all becoming better people for it.
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