Wanting To

Dear Diary,

Before he left this morning, he watched me fold the sheets to R.’s bed.  It was only 7 a.m. but they were done while he slept…both of them.  I didn’t bother to tell him that the quiet in me came from exhaustion. In truth, there was probably some residual hurt and anger left over from last night.

He didn’t say much. My one word answers to his questions were pretty clear.  In an attempt to ???? (I don’t know what), he hugged me and said, “You know I appreciate all that you did for mom yesterday.  And she appreciates it, too.”  I responded with something like, “Yeah, I did what I did because I wanted to.”  As he left I gave him the standard, “Be careful”.

It’s not at all whether he appreciates what I did.  It doesn’t even matter if she appreciates it because she probably won’t remember until she sees me again – if then.

It’s all about hearing and listening and communicating. It’s all about sharing. And it’s all about …

… wanting to.

~Susie