“Oh?”
“I was wrong. So wrong.” He ran his hands through his greasy hair. “I’ll apologize to her.
Whatever she wants to be paid, it’s worth it. More than worth it. Please, just ask her to come back.”
“And?”
“And I’m sorry.
To you. To her. To everyone.” He looked up at me, eyes red-rimmed.
“I get it now. I really get it. I had no idea how much work it was.
How she managed to keep the house clean and cook meals and take care of them… I couldn’t even get them to nap at the same time.”
“The Andersons really appreciate her,” I said pointedly. “They thank her for dinner.
They respect her experience. They PAY her what she’s worth.”
“I’ll do better,” he promised. “I’ll match what they’re paying.
More, even. And I’ll never take her for granted again.”
“Those aren’t my conditions to set anymore,” I reminded him. “You’ll have to convince her yourself.”
Mom agreed to meet us for coffee the following Sunday.
Miles, still humbled by his five days of solo parenting, could barely meet her eyes. “Wendy,” his voice cracked. “I was wrong.
So wrong. The way I treated you… there’s no excuse.”
Mom stirred her coffee slowly.
“No, there isn’t.”
“I understand now what you do. What you’ve always done for us. And I’m not just sorry…
I’m ashamed.”
She looked at him steadily. “It was never about the money, Miles. It was about respect.”
“I know that now.” He swallowed hard.
“The Andersons are lucky to have you. But if you’d consider coming back… we’d match their pay, of course.
And I swear things would be different.”
Mom glanced at me, then back at Miles. “Different how?”
“I’d treat you like the professional you are. Because that’s what you are — a professional who chose to help our family.
Not someone doing us a favor, but someone providing an invaluable service.”
Mom was quiet for a long moment, considering. Finally, she said, “I’ll need that in writing. Including sick days and vacation time.”
“Absolutely,” Miles agreed quickly.
“Whatever you want.”
As I watched them hash out the details, I couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes the best way to teach someone value isn’t to tell them — it’s to show them. And sometimes, it takes losing something precious to realize just how precious it was.
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