They had hired a college student two afternoons a week.
Daniel rearranged his work schedule.
Jack was old enough to do more for himself.
Some evenings were more difficult.
But something important had happened.
Their household no longer depended on one person silently absorbing every inconvenience.
“What does Daniel think?” I asked.
“He said we’ll figure it out.”
“Good.”
She smiled.
“You know what’s strange?”
“What?”
“I used to think asking you for help was proof we were close.”
“And now?”
“Now I think being able to hear no without taking it personally is proof we’re close.”
I raised my glass.
“That is actual wisdom.”
“I’m writing down the date.”
By spring, our family had found a new rhythm.
Wednesday afternoons belonged to the grandchildren.
Not because anyone scheduled me.
