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I got everything ready for Mom’s friend Kerry to help with her caregiving for the day, but no matter how much I organized, I still felt nervous. Mom’s schedule hung on the refrigerator, detailing each moment of the day: what time she got up, what she ate, when she would take her medicine.

I placed a notebook and pen on the counter where important notes must be written—questions, concerns, new information from the hospice nurse’s visit. I was exhausted—everyone kept telling me I needed a break, but it was going to be hard to let someone else take care of her, even for one day. I was the one who knew how everything should go with her, just so.

A knock at the door signaled that my replacement had arrived early. I showed Kerry the schedule and talked through the routine. She listened carefully, asked insightful questions and jotted information on her own little notepad. Maybe Mom was right. Her friend seemed like she’d be great doing the job I’d thought only I could do.

Kerry settled on the sofa near Mom. I announced I was leaving, but Mom was chattering so much, I’m not sure she even noticed. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who needed a break.

The worry I’d expected to carry at leaving Mom to someone else’s care melted away. I was ready to start my day.