That’s right – I hacked into Lana’s complex labyrinth of security procedures to access publishing rights to “Along Came the Bird.” In other words, I guessed – on the very first attempt – her very weak password. She’s a great wife, but not so high-tech.
If you’ve been following Lana’s blog this week, you know that I am down with the Flu. This is something that especially hurts, because I’m the member of the family who is always lecturing everyone that, if they will just drink lots of water, they can overcome virtually any illness. Influenza makes cowards of us all.
But since I collapsed in my bed on Sunday afternoon, I have also had something else happen. I’ve been given a front-row seat to what my wife does on a daily basis. Most of the stuff, you can probably guess. So I will spare you the obvious references to chores and errands. Although those would be enough to fill two full-time positions.
What I’ve been reminded of this week is the more subtle stuff that no one will ever notice. I’ve listened to her counsel Reagan on everything from school papers to friends. I’ve listened to her encourage Ryley about everything basketball to leadership. I’ve heard her on the phone with Lily’s therapists, inquiring about how we might be able to help ensure our new health insurance will cover the care she’s receiving. I have even heard her on the phone with my mom, offering sage advice on where they might have a house here in Austin (they’re moving here next month).
I have heard her coughing but pressing through until everybody is fed and Lily is bathed and there’s nothing left undone. I have observed as she continues to research every available option for Lily’s treatment – including the mountain of books by our bed, and the growing grocery list of funky natural ingredients in our kitchen.
You’ll notice that most of these observations were of the listening kind and not the seeing kind. That’s because Lana has me quarantined in the bedroom – literally locking me inside most of the time so I don’t infect the rest of the Rush family. But even lying in here isolated from my family, I have gained a fresh perspective for my favorite person.
Lana is fond of saying on her blog that she can’t imagine how single parents pull it off – especially with a special needs child. She has even been known to graciously give me credit for help that may have been a little overstated (was she trying to manipulate me into acting the role? Conspiracy theory, perhaps?) But the truth is, she works circles around the rest of us at the Rush house and we all know it.
My wife’s hard work and selfless attitude toward her family is no revelation to me this week. I’ve known this for a long time. It’s just that this week, I have had a front-row seat to watching her in action. I love that woman!
I just thought I’d let you in on it.