And that made the whole evening feel even sadder.
We’d lost so much ordinary time.
Over the following weeks, things changed gradually.
Josh began taking a more active role in Finn’s daily routine. Megan arranged to speak with a counselor about the anxiety and guilt she’d been carrying.
I didn’t suddenly become Finn’s regular babysitter.
Megan still needed time to feel comfortable, and I respected that.
But she stopped finding excuses whenever I offered to help.
One afternoon, she invited me over while Josh was home.
Finn needed changing, and Megan was busy preparing lunch.
She glanced at me, hesitated, then said, “Linda, would you mind changing him?”
I smiled.
“I’d be happy to.”
She handed me the diaper bag.
There was no warning note.
No instruction to keep his sleeves down.
Just a mother asking her child’s grandmother for help.
A few weeks later, I visited again.
