Mammaw fusses at Pappaw all the time. Sometimes he fusses back, but most of the time he just says “well alright..” and does what she says.
It’s always bothered me. I’ve gone off on many a thought tangent. She should treat him with more respect. He shouldn’t have let her start treating him this way in the first place. She’d never stand for him bossing her like that.
This morning, Mammaw ran a couple errands. Picking up supplements and chicken broth and whatnot. While she was gone, Pappaw decided he wanted to sweep the car port. He’s a perfectionist when it comes to the upkeep of his house and yard. I knew I had to stop him or he’d probably hurt himself. His balance is terrible.
“Well, I’m gonna sweep up those leaves..”
“Oh, no Pappaw, you can’t do that.”
“Yea, I’m just gonna sweep up the car port there.”
“No.. I’m sorry, I can’t let you, you might fall over.”
“Yes I am, I’m just gonna sweep up those leaves.”
“Uh, ok here,” I snatched the broom from him, “let me do it for you and you can watch to make sure I get them all. You want to sit in this chair?”
“..Well, just get all those leaves up right there.”
And I realized in less than a minute that actually, I’m glad Mammaw fusses at him. He’s used to just letting her have her way, so now when she prevents him from hurting himself, he won’t resist. He wouldn’t have listened to me.
Sure, I’d rather they have a history of being sweet to each other and I’d rather she speak kindly and I’d rather he obey because he wants to make her happy. But this works, too. This keeps him safe.
Posted May 25, 2016 in Family, updated May 25, 2016.