When I brought my mother into my home to recover from surgery, I thought the hard part would be helping her heal. I did not expect to come home two days later and realize my husband had already decided what her recovery was worth.
When my mother broke her arm, I brought her to stay with us so she could heal.
She is 68. She lives alone in another city. The break was bad enough that she needed surgery, and afterward her arm was put in a cast that ran nearly to her shoulder. The doctor was very clear.
“No lifting. No straining. No housework if you can avoid it. At least eight weeks.”
My mother nodded and said, “I understand.”
Then, in the parking lot, she said, “I don’t want to be any trouble.”
Before I brought her home, I asked my husband if he was okay with it.
Carl said, “Of course. She’s your mom.”
So I brought her.
We both work full-time. We have four children. We also have a nanny, Nina, who handles daycare pickup for our youngest, helps with the older kids after school, and keeps the evening from turning into total chaos.
The first night Mom was with us, she kept apologizing for needing help to open things.
I said, “Stop. You are here to rest.”
She smiled and said, “I can still read stories.”
“Reading stories is allowed.”
The next afternoon, I got a call from daycare.
“Hi, is someone on the way for Ellie? We close in ten minutes.”
I sat up so fast my chair rolled backward. “What? Nina always gets her.”
The teacher paused. “No one has come.”
I left work, drove straight there, and got Ellie with three minutes to spare. She was sitting in a plastic chair with her backpack in her lap.
When she saw me, she said, “Mama, did everybody forget me?”
By the time I walked in the door, I was angry and scared and ready for some explanation that would at least make sense.
Carl was in the kitchen opening a beer.
I said, “Daycare called. Nobody picked up Ellie. Where was Nina?”
He looked at me and smiled.
That smile was my warning.
He said, “Why do we even need a nanny? I fired her.”
I thought I had misheard him.
He took a sip and said, “Your mom lives here now, so she can take care of the kids.”
Then he added, “Or is she just going to live here for free?”
My mother was standing near the sink. I hadn’t even realized she was there.
She stepped in softly. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I really should help somehow. I can watch the children.”
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