I recently broke my arm, and while I’d love to tell people I broke it while skiing in the Alps or falling off stage during an American Idol audition, the truth is that I was walking our black lab. I got tangled in the leash and down I went, that Life Alert commercial playing in my head: Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
In the ambulance all I could think was, who’s going to manage the kids and the house now? Accidents happen, but not to moms! Don’t we all think that we do it all, so therefore nobody else can possibly be up to the job? Like the time I threw a pirate-themed birthday party for my son… while I had the flu. We moms get used to our routines and doing everything for everyone , so it can be hard to take a step back and let our family shine.
Being forced to take it easy, I have been pleasantly surprised by my family’s support during my accident. My husband and girls stepped up and have kept the household running smoothly while also being my nursemaids. I’m feeling a little like one of the kids myself. They have fed me, dressed me, taken my temperature and buckled me into my car seat. They’ve survived a couple of my crying spells and tantrums. My husband walks the dog every day, doctor’s orders. I am so proud of how they embraced their new caregiver roles!
Now that I am on the mend, I can feel my daughters slowly handing me back my responsibilities as my strength returns. While I wouldn’t recommend breaking a bone to anyone, I can’t say I haven’t appreciated getting to see my children show me how much they’ve learned from the care I’ve provided for them over the years. Somehow, it makes it all worthwhile.