The Joy of Helping Adult Children

IMG_9325Two days after she moved into a new apartment, my daughter called.  “Are you calling to gloat about how efficient you are with the move?” I asked.  “No,” she replied.  “I’m calling to say that I am completely overwhelmed and want to know if you can come as soon as possible to help me set up!”

Needless to say, I was thrilled to be asked to come to her rescue.  Reassured that she still had a hammer and Phillips screwdriver, I arrived to her relieved and appreciative hugs close to midnight a few days later.

We spent two days in and out of Home Depot, Target and Bed ‘n Bath stopping only for a few minutes to eat lunch and chocolate in the car…a routine we’ve done many times throughout the country admiring how our decorating techniques have improved.  We carried rolled up rugs and boxes of shelves from the car and devised ingenious ways to lift the bed and shove the rug under it, grateful every minute for my weekly workouts.  By the end of the second day, with fresh and clean shower curtains, an intuitively organized kitchen, door hinges oiled, a working shoe rack and one picture hung, we sat back to enjoy the warm, serene and peaceful space that we created.  The shell of a home with potential had become a loving, inviting sanctuary with her imprint on it.  She could handle the rest from there.

Falling into a deep sleep while on the runway, I felt content and fulfilled that I could still help my adult children, and so very grateful that they ask.  Arriving back to arid New Mexico plastered in turquoise and brown tiles and smiling faces, I’m ready for whatever is next.

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