Today my husband and I cleaned up a part of our house that we normally don’t go into. It is the guest bathroom and guest bedroom that my aunt has been staying in. I have been trying to let her be and respect her privacy, but a little over a week ago we came home from a trip to find her on the floor. A few days after that her face showed bruising from her fall out of bed. I started to realize that she didn’t tell me everything about her fall that night.
I understand that it is difficult to get old and sometimes it hurts your pride. However, letting someone help you takes courage. My mother never wanted to let me help her and if she did, she always wanted to pay me because she didn’t want to feel like she owed me. She couldn’t understand that love means being able to be vulnerable.
In my relationship with my husband, sometimes I am weak. When I am, he is there for me. I don’t feel bad about it because I know I am not a burden. nor do I owe him. I realize that he wants to be there for me because he loves me. And I love myself enough to be able to accept his love. When he is weak and needs me, I want to be there for him as well. I don’t do it out of obligation, and I don’t complain (too much). I do it because I love him.
When I get old, I hope that I can love myself enough to be able to accept the help of others and be able to see acts of love for what they are.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
