Bonus #4 of Grandparents in Town: Being Cared For
There are days when all I want is to not be an adult anymore. I would rather be a child, or be treated like a child. When you’re a child you don’t have to make any big decisions, you don’t have many jobs to do, you have very little responsibility.
Ever since losing Felicity there are days when all I want is to be taken care of. That happens in some measure each day with my wonderful husband. He does some really practical things to help: he takes Orison upstairs or outside after dinner so I can clean up the kitchen in peace; he gives me alone time as often as he can; he encourages me to go out and do things I enjoy; he carries the laundry up and down the stairs; etc.
But some days I long for more than that. I want to be mothered. I want to revert to childhood, when things were simpler. Having my parents here is as close as it will ever get. When my mom sees that my windows are dirty, she takes it upon herself to clean them. When my dad hears that I could use a new shirt or something, he offers to buy it for me. When I just want to go upstairs and lay down, I don’t have to worry about whether my child will be well taken care of. It’s a beautiful thing.
So Bonus #4 was extra special for me on this visit. Of course you can never totally turn off adult responsibilities, but sometimes it’s nice to simulate the simplicity of childhood with parents and just let them take care of you.