When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?
A few hours ago. My mom always find some reason to tell me she’s proud of me. This time was because she says I’m the best at the task of transfer her from the bed to the wheelchair and from the wheelchair to the armchair.
I try to do it gently and calmly so she stays as comfortable and serene as possible during those transfers always complicated.
It’s something I do constantly. It was as if she were telling me she was proud of me for telling good morning each day. She caressed my hair while telling me how proud was of me when I was kneeling, lacing her shoes. One of those little moments I wouldn’t change for anything in this world.