So they did the only thing they could think of -- they chose a problem and solved it for me.
We needed a mower. They got us a mower.
Because I have a daughter of my own, I recognize how difficult it can be to watch her struggle with something painful, or even mildly uncomfortable. There's this impulse, as a parent, to want to take it from her, to endure those bad things on her behalf so she's spared.
For the past 13 years, I've been so caught up on the parenting side of that equation that I've forgotten how wonderful it can be on the child half. To be on the side that's loved so much someone feels a desperation to take the bad things away. Even if the bad thing is nothing more than replacing a mower their child managed to burn to a crisp.
It doesn't matter that the kid has more gray hair than her mom.
Or that her joints crack and pop as loud as her dad's.
They did it because they wanted to take care of their kid.
I'm still their kid.
And I'm grateful beyond words that I am.
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