“Meet Sharon — my mother-in-law.
When I first met her, I honestly didn’t get her. Thick southern Virginia accent I could barely understand. A little bossy in that polite-but-not-so-polite southern way. She was important to the love of my life, so I accepted her… but I didn’t really know her.
Five years later, my wife was diagnosed with leukemia at 30. Our whole world shattered. And Sharon? She quietly, firmly stepped into the role she was born for.
She and her husband (a dependent Vietnam vet) moved into our home. And then she became my wife’s caretaker too.
For two years straight she:
– bought the groceries 🛒
– cooked almost every meal 👨🍳
– did the laundry and cleaning 🧹
– drove to hundreds of doctor appointments🚗
– sorted and tracked tens of thousands of pills 💊
And she did all of this while fighting her own cancer. While recovering from a mastectomy. While going through chemo.
She hums when she works. She talks to herself when no one’s around. And she shows up every single day with humility and grace.
This morning, I caught this photo of her. She didn’t know I was there. Just waiting for oatmeal to cook… for the 300th time since my wife got sick.
This is what greatness looks like. Not on a stage. Not in the spotlight. But in the quiet, ordinary moments.
Not everyone gets a real-life superhero in their home. But I do. And I thank God for her every single day.” ❤️
Credit – Scott Mann✍️