The first time I was allowed to bathe my grandson, I understood why my daughter-in-law had forbidden it for months.
When my grandson, Luke, was born, I wanted to help in every way I could.
My son, Nate, and his wife, Emily, were overjoyed to become parents, but I could see how quickly the sleepless nights were wearing them down.
Nate returned to work sooner than he wanted, and Emily spent most days moving between the nursery, the kitchen, and the couch with Luke in her arms.
I remembered those early months with Nate.
I remembered eating cold dinners, losing track of what day it was, and crying once because I could not find a clean towel. I knew how wonderful life with a newborn could be, but I also knew that love did not make exhaustion disappear.
So I tried to make myself useful without taking over.
I cooked meals, folded tiny baby clothes, cleaned the kitchen while Emily slept, and came over whenever they needed an extra pair of hands.
