Musings about life and my journey

Take Care of Me

on April 4, 2013

I’ve often pondered the phrase, “take care of…”  We use it all the time:  my friend, years ago, who laughed at the thought of any man who tried to “take care of” me; me, when I tell Master that he “takes such good care of me.”  But what does that mean?  I’m not a dependent child who needs to be provided for.  I don’t need to be financially supported.  I don’t need to be constantly directed – micromanaged.


So what does it mean to “take care of” me?

  • Listen to me.  Often, when I get off of work, I just need to vent.  I’m passionate and excited about what I do, though it’s sometimes frustrating, and after work I need a chance to debrief.  I don’t care if you simply smile and nod, as long as you seem like you’re paying attention. When I have real concerns, though, really LISTEN to me.  I’m generally not irrational – I usually have some logic behind my issues – and when something is bothering me, I really need to be heard.  Sometimes you’ll be able to allay my fears with logic and rational evidence, sometimes not.  I just need you to hear.
  • Help me.  Logistically, I know I’m a burden.  Thank you for playing chauffeur.  You’re being there in that role helps me so much to tackle the tasks I need to in order to get to where I need to be in my life.
  • Love me.  And let me know that you do.  Which you do.  Those sweet, brief text exchanges set me up every day to have a wonderful day.
  • Push me.  Make me strive every day to be and do my best.  Encourage me to try to be more than I was yesterday.  You know that I keep my mind open to possibilities and that I’m not afraid of change (well, not much).
  • Cheer for me.  Share in my celebration of myself and who I am becoming.  Tell me you’re proud of me.
  • Teach me.  I’m pretty smart, but there’s so much I still don’t know.  I want to learn, I want to know.  Share your wisdom and your experience.
  • Let me do my thing.  Trust me.  You know I can do just about anything I set my mind to.  You know I’m smart and able.  Arbitrary rules and guidelines will just hinder my ability to be successful – will clip my wings, so to speak.  Let me fly and I’ll make you proud every time.

These are the ways Master “takes care of” me.  Maybe it’s not the type of care others need, but what he does works for me, and because of it, I’m becoming more amazing every day.


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