As some of you know (because you have been subjected to my moaning) I crushed the thumb on my right hand in the car door just over a week ago. I am right-handed so this has caused me a lot of problems on top of the huge amount of pain I have had to endure (ARGH!).
I have become quite proficient at typing left-handed as I have had to hold my right one above my heart to stop my stupid body sending yet more blood into it to help the healing process and making it swell to bursting point. (I have had words but apparently the blood has to keep flowing as it is more than Heart’s job is worth to withdraw supplies from a limb, not even if I write in triplicate and have a letter from the Brain.)
However, out of all this something rather amazing has happened.
I have learnt to let go of the reins a little bit! I have had to ask for help and it has been given willingly and efficiently. The house did not grind to a standstill because I was incapacitated for a few days. There may be more mess than I would like (and my tolerance levels are fairly high), there may be a mountain of washing to do and washing to put away, there may be piles of stuff waiting for repatriation to bedrooms BUT we have all eaten properly, the dishes have been washed, the shopping has been done.
Of course I knew that my older children were perfectly capable of doing more around the house, they have had chores which they are expected to do and which they have performed efficiently and without complaint for years. What I didn’t realise was how much I insisted on doing most of the everyday stuff myself because it was quicker if I did. This week it has been quicker if they did it and they did it very well.
I apologised to them for asking them to open tins, chop vegetables, carry bags or empty the washing machine and hang it on the line until The One Who Is Now Taller Than Me told me to stop it, that it was fine. I zipped my lip and just watched with pride as they all got on with it.
Lesson learnt: Give your kids a long enough rein and they will surprise you!