Aunt Lydia gave me a hug once we were out of the car. Both her arms wrapped around me until I was in a firm embrace with one of her hands rubbing my back.
“I can help get you cleaned up if you’d like that,” she said.
Help clean me up? My heart sped up at that though. Mom’s idea of help had been… no, I don’t want to think about that right now.
The issue wasn’t so much the embarrassment of it. In fact, I had to admit that it would be so much easier and quicker to have someone do that for me. Not being able to see your bottom when you are trying to get yourself wiped clean is the hardest part, after all.
I hesitated because I felt bad for her. I didn’t want to put my aunt through this. But, Aunt Lydia wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t willing to, right?
“I think… I think I can do it myself.”
“I know you can, but if it would be easier for me to help, it really isn’t a problem for me.”
I was OK with turning down her first offer to change my diaper, but for her to make the offer again meant that she actually was comfortable doing that after all.
“I’d like that,” I replied.