Over the past six weeks or so, I’ve been helping my brother and his wife recover from a bad auto accident. There have been many “aha moments” along the way. Some predictable and some were a surprise.
The more time I spend with my brother, the more I realized we are alike. As I was chauffeuring him around today. He was telling me where to turn even though I’ve lived here for most of my life. I knew where I was going and I knew how to get there. It’s a lot like what I do to the beloved husband. Must be in the genes.
Total recall – I forget stuff all the time. I can walk into another room to retrieve something and forget what it was that I needed. (Yes, I realize a doorway reboots your brain and deletes all your information.) In this situation I have an almost eidetic memory. I can see my brother’s grocery list for a few seconds and each item is etched on my brain. That’s good because I can guarantee you that he will leave his list on the kitchen table. That runs in the family too – forgetting the list, not the eidetic memory. I wish I could nourish this new trait so that it works for my lists.
There is something to comfort food. Carbs are my comfort food. They make me feel loved and safe (as much as any food can). Over the past weeks I have repeated some meals several times because I crave the comfort. (I love you mashed potatoes. Where are you pizza? Please let’s have pasta again!) Or maybe I have an addiction to carbs. (You’ll never hear me say “pass the kale.”) Mocha lattes too. Better than Valium.
If the person is important to you, whatever you do to help out is not work or a bother. It’s a gift to spend more time together. It’s also an opportunity to learn more about yourself. You cherish it because it will end. You hope in a good way.
Happy hump day.