No Need to Go It Alone

When my mom had major dental surgery, I thought I could manage her care without the help of my siblings. My sister lived an hour away, one brother lived 30 minutes away and another brother lived 20 minutes away.

“Don’t you want me to take the day off and help you?” William asked.

Timothy said, “I can rearrange my schedule and help you get her home, if you need me.”

“I got this,” I told both of them.

Arriving at my mom’s after the surgery, I saw Timothy’s truck in the driveway. But what was he doing here when I’d told him I didn’t need his help? He met me at the garage to help her in. She took a couple of steps, but then slowly wilted. Her blood pressure must’ve dropped, and she almost fainted. It took both of us to get her in safely to the recliner.

“Boy, am I glad you were here,” I told Timothy after we got Mama settled. “That’s the last time I’ll try to go it alone.”

“We’re better together, sis,” he said.

“I think you’re right.”