Opening the door a little further and getting her shoulders into the room, Sally could clearly smell the unmistakable odor of urine. “It’s early honey – but can’t a mom check on her girls?…”
Jordan almost cried. Her chin quivered. Her mom spoken with this kind of tender-loving-care to her in what seemed like an eternity.
Sally noticed this response. Stepping into the room slowly and inching toward Jordan, Sally began, “Look sweetheart, I want to say I’m sorry for putting so much weight on you lately to help around the house. It has been too much I know. I want you to grow up at your own pace – I want us to talk – I want to help you through this stage of life – I want to be there for you – I don’t want you to feel alone.”
Tears streaked down Jordan’s cheeks.
Sitting on the bed now, Sally felt her own rear end get saturated as she wrapped her right arm around her little girl’s back and wiped the tears from her eyes with her left hand.
“Now Jordie,” (Sally had called her by that name when she was just a little girl), “when I poked my head in the room I didn’t expect you to be up at this hour – and now I think I know why you are…”
“Yeah…” Jordan didn’t know what else to say.
“Has this been happening a lot lately?” Sally asked with honest curiosity.
“No.” Jordan responded meekly. The way she said it broke Sally’s heart all the more.
“Well can I help you get cleaned up?”
At first Jordan wanted to say ‘No’, but then she thought about how nice it was to have her Mom’s thoughtful touch again and so meekly once again she replied, “Yeah…”.
“Alright little one, let’s get these covers off.”