刺繍を持って夫の両親宅へ。
ケアはされる側もする側もどっちもめっちゃ疲れるのがあたりまえ。例えばスーパーの商品ひとつとるのも疲れる。こだわりとサポートの気遣いでどちらが悪いわけでもなく両者疲れる。
刺繍は私が手伝ってもらうのでケアされる側。だけどなんか疲れがいい形になる、いい感じに感じるのはなんでだろ。
スーパーまで歩くとこどもたちはたくさん寄り道する。100回くらいしゃがみこむ。近くの自転車屋さんがにこにこみてくれてた。
I brought my embroidery over to my in-laws’ house today.
When it comes to caregiving, it’s only natural for both the one receiving care and the one providing it to get completely exhausted. Even a simple task, like picking out a single item at the grocery store, can be draining. Between the specific preferences of the one being helped and the constant mental effort of the one supporting them, neither side is “at fault”—it just wears everyone out.
With my embroidery, I’m the one being helped, so I’m technically the “receiver” of care. But for some reason, this kind of tiredness feels good. It feels… right. I wonder why that is?
On the walk to the supermarket, the kids took constant detours. They must have ducked down to look at things a hundred times. The person at the neighborhood bike shop just watched them with a kind smile.
大型作品なので木材で土台をつくる。
夫の父に相談。面倒見がいい人なんだな。
