Hans always made a point of thanking me whenever I helped him out. I believe he thanked me after almost every meal I cooked for him. Every pizza was “the best pizza ever.”
Often, after asking me to assist him in some way, he would say, “I hope this doesn’t cause you more work”. And when I did something just for him that he found particularly helpful or amazing, he would express his delight by declaring emphatically, “You da Mommy!”
Like he might ask me to sew a patch on his uniform while I was in the middle of canning or something.
“I hope this doesn’t cause you more work.”
Of course, he knew it did, and he truly did not want to be a bother, but saying it made him feel better.
So, I would just smile and say something like, “Sure, what else have I got to do?” And then he would smile back and thank me profusely. I didn’t want him to think I was too busy for him, that he was bothering me. He was always so genuinely appreciative.
Hans would be very upset to see the extra work he has caused me recently – this work of grieving. So I try not to lose myself in it.
And I can’t wait to hear him say those words again, “You da Mommy!”.