Role Reversal: Needing My Son’s Help

Last night I needed my son’s help.

Sure, in the past I have told my kids I needed their help, but it was just words. I have shouted from the car that I needed them to bring the groceries into the house, promising not to let them eat any of the food if they didn’t assist me. They never believed my threat. I have insisted that I needed them to clean their room. But they knew there was not an ounce of truth in that. I am completely capable of cleaning their room.

But last night I needed my son.

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