I am sick. A week ago, my daughter had this cold and so I brought her drinks and tucked her under blankets. This week my daughter brings me drinks, but I don't need blankets because I am pretty much always 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the family. If my care would be left to my husband I am pretty sure I would starve to death. Okay, not really, but nurturing is not really his role in our relationship, it is my job.
My Mommy used to take care of me and my sister and brother. Now she is far away from me, in South Carolina, and my sister helps to take care of her. I see little visions of the future when I am sick and M ministers to me, and to be honest it is scary. I don't want to be the helpless one -- I have always been the helper, the caregiver. I am sure that my Mom always felt the same way.
I see now why people had big families, and it would be comforting to know that I had 5 or 6 kids to look after me in my old age. Fortunately, I have two really amazing kids, and they both have some nurturing in them. Nonetheless I don't see anything wrong with praying that Jesus comes back before I get to nursing home age.
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