“What? Why?”
“Because you were honest with me when discussing David and I yelled at you for it. And, you were right.” She sighed putting the glass down on the small oval coffee table. “I think that’s why I got so defensive.”
“You are a great mom to that boy. Please don’t doubt that. If that’s what you thought I meant, it’s not.”
Tiffany turned to the side, raising her knee on the couch. “I don’t know anymore. I used to think I was good but maybe I only know how to take care of a boy whose body has rendered him helpless. Now that he’s not vulnerable and can do most things by himself, I’m the one left feeling helpless.”
“That doesn’t stop you from being his mom. He may not need you to help him as much, but he still needs you.” I took her cool hand in mine, giving it a squeeze.
“But I worry so much, still. That there will be that one moment, when I’m not there, and everything will go wrong.” Her eyes became glassy as she turned her head from me.
“Then worry. Or better yet, let someone help distract you.” I glanced down at her lips.