During dinner, Joan sat quietly staring at her teenaged son, sitting in a diaper and drinking his apple juice from a sippy cup. It was then she truly began to understand how happy all of this made him. She decided that her participation in his happiness was more important than her discomfort. She turned to Theresa, made eye contact and began to smile. Theresa saw the look on her sister’s face and smiled as well.
“Hey kiddo,” Joan asked. “Let’s get you upstairs and get ready for bed.”
“Really?” Theresa asked.
“I got this, sis.” Joan assured her.
Bobby jumped down from the table and bounded upstairs. Joan yelled to him as she followed, “Go get the shower ready and I will help you get cleaned up.”