I buckled his seat belt for him

Today, I had to buckle my dad’s seatbelt for him. I tried to tell him how. Then I got out of the car, went to his side, opened the door,  pulled the seatbelt across him, and buckled it. My dad couldn’t buckle his own seatbelt today.

My mom watched me, buckle my dad’s seatbelt for him. Because it was too much for him. Watched her daughter buckle her husband’s seatbelt, because today, he didn’t know how.

What was it like to watch your child perform such a simple act that today, was too much for her husband? What was is like to know that today, he couldn’t reach over his shoulder, grab the buckle, pull it across himself and click it secure?

It’s because I don’t want it to be true. She had told me one time. I ask him to do things because I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want him to not be able to do things.

Buckle your seatbelt, dad. I want him to be able to do this. Today he cannot. I don’t want him to not be able to do this.

 

I get it mom. I get it.