Less difficult

 What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other.

George Eliot

Last night I talked to Enoch on the phone, my biggest little brother.  (He's like Reno, the biggest little city.)

He asked me about how cancer was going.  He gave me encouragement and told me they're praying for me, which means a lot.  He understands having a chronic disease.

We talked about diabetes.  I asked him for practical ways I could help Mark.  Talking to Enoch was both validating and encouraging.  He acknowledged all the ways it is tricky and unpredictable.  He told me clever ways he helps mitigate some of that.  I have never once heard him feel sorry for himself that he has diabetes.  I don't think it's in his vocabulary.  If you ever need to talk to an optimist, call Enoch.

We talked about parenting, the highs and lows.  We both know they don't always do what we would do.  We both know we love our kids anyway and it's probably going to all be OK.

Enoch was missing his dinner to talk to me before I went to bed, which I appreciate.  (He said, "Don't worry, I always get food.)

I felt lighter after talking to him.  Being understood is such a gift.