I’ve been fighting off a cold (and mostly losing) the last few days. I’d bet money that I caught it in the hospital last Friday while I was waiting, waiting, waiting before, during, and after my mom’s surgery. She had her foot fixed, and now hopefully she won’t limp around all the time.
While I was there with her, and in the couple of days after, at her house, I could see as clear as day where my hesitance to ask for or accept help comes from. Even the day of the surgery, she was apologetic and (I could tell) feeling guilty. Sound like anyone you know? (hint: she writes this blog)
The good part of the weekend was all about my niece. I got to see her play volleyball (she sure doesn’t get her unbelievable athletic ability from me, thank goodness) and watch a bunch of silly TV with her. She is more and more amazing every time I’m around her. I can’t help but wish and wonder how it would be if she were mine full time, and not just every-once-in-a-while.