Somebody to lean on

JunePrimeIt was almost midnight. My husband and I had just returned home after spending eight grueling hours in the emergency room with my elderly mother, who had fractured her back earlier that day.

Staggering like zombies into the kitchen, we were surprised to discover that our dear neighbor, Matilda, left a warm kettle of homemade minestrone on the stove — and even fed the cats in our absence. There arent enough words to express gratitude for a favor like that, so I promised to pay it forward when the next opportunity arises.  And it will, sooner than later….

To read the rest of this column in the June issue of Michigan Primeclick here, then look for me on page 6 of the Western Wayne County or Oakland County editions. 

3 thoughts on “Somebody to lean on

  1. You have some great friends, Cindy and I’m guessing you’re an equally as great friend to them. How thoughtful of Matilda to leave you warm soup after a grueling day and the “care packages” for you, the caregiver were wonderful.

    As one who also has a hard time asking for help, I can say that these small gestures really help, as do a cup of coffee and cookies dropped off in the hospital waiting room or someone bringing a cell phone charger to the ER because they know your phone is about to run out of battery. It’s the little things that make such a difference.

    Your article was a nice reminder and I hope folks think back on it when a friend could use a little pick-me-up.

    Blessing to you and your mom.
    xo jj

    • Thanks, Joanna. I feel very lucky … I wouldn’t be able to handle my mother’s ongoing crises (she completely shattered her ankle after I wrote this column) without a little help from my closest friends. Good to hear from you, and I love your suggestion about the cookies in the waiting room — great idea!

  2. Hi Cindy,
    I enjoy this piece and a few similar others one’s that I’ve read. While I don’t discuss this in my own blog (at least currently) or try to make it the forefront of my life, I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for 9 years, and nearly 2 years ago this morphed into a caregiver role of sorts as my son has had to go through chemotherapy. Trust me, he’s much more resilient than me! But it remains a challenge for me to do things like ask for help or say “no”, or to allow time for myself. Good to know you have friends who care!

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