I Don't Mind

I don’t mind being on call for bathroom runs, being an extra set of hands for dressing, being the motor for your wheels and I’m glad to fetch, organize, and fix. It’s an honor to do for you as you did for all of us and it is with love that I try to provide companionship, entertainment, dignity, and support.

But I wish you could realize that I am still a work in progress. My patience is long but limited and I am not immune to my own aches, fatigue, and hurt feelings.

I suppose you thought the same thing, though, when I was little and you were over forty, when Dad was weakening, Letha was needing company, and Aunt Blanche was keeping you home. We needed the same kind of attention and care from you that you need now and our fears were often irrational, too.

You have taken care of everyone and now I want to take care of you. It’s not perfect, but I do the best I can and I keep trying to do better. I hope you don’t mind.