tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930653948090538640.post5089545759309283480..comments2023-10-20T06:20:22.769-07:00Comments on Living With My Shadow: There are days...Patricia J. Moscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16370400543375022824noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930653948090538640.post-47708049481223741102010-01-02T07:47:44.802-08:002010-01-02T07:47:44.802-08:00A few weeks ago, at dinner, my father blurted out,...A few weeks ago, at dinner, my father blurted out, "I almost slapped your hands today." I was immediately 6 years old, feeling cowed and hurt and unappreciated. All I had done was open the car door for him because it was raining and I was going to help put his walker in the back seat. <br /><br />Maybe he didn't say it with all the grace in the world, but I think he was saying, what you've just re-iterated. He NEEDS to do things on his own. He NEEDS to have his own chores. It's not about me, it's about his need for purpose. <br /><br />Next time for sure I'll sit in the warm dry car while he's getting wet. I'll pray he won't slip and fall. If he does, I'll ask before I pick him up. Sometimes he reminds me of a stubborn 2 year old demanding independence. Even when it's easier to do it myself, you've reminded me what's important is the will.Merry MEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00462036349233154101noreply@blogger.com