I worried yesterday about who should be the one to go back with Ada during her surgery. While I had initially thought there should be no question about it (it should be me, duh!), part of me started to wonder…what if Ben really wants to be the one with her? Doesn’t he have that right?
I worried I was being selfish. Worried I wasn’t making the decision based on solely what I wanted, but what I thought was expected of a good mom. After all, what would the doctors and nurses think if they saw me sitting in the waiting room while Ben scrubbed in? Can you imagine?
So I fretted and as a lonely writer is apt to do, blogged about it.
Then, while picking about a thousand pounds of green beans last night, (please remind me to never plant so many beans again!) I finally talked to Ben about it.
“I read on the paper from the hospital that one of us can go back with Ada…” I hesitantly started.
“So…do you want to be the one to back? I don’t want to automatically assume it’s me if you really want to do it…”
Ben didn’t even miss a beat.
“Oh, no, honey. You’re the one she’s going to want anyways. You’re her mom. If she’s happy and you’re happy, then I am happy.”
I paused in my green bean picking.
Can someone please tell me why I was worried again?
Life really can be that simple. I’m her mom. End of story.
P.S. Ada’s surgery has been moved to Friday, September 2nd since she has been running a fever for a week straight. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!!