Sickness - Broken Bones

The son is wondering what to think of the hired caregivers that are to replace him while he goes out for
money as work, instead of remaining available to assist his mother.
The wonderful thing about a man and his mother is the separation of personal powers and privacy. In
opposition daughters share with their mothers the commonality of physiology. Between women it is a lifelong
discussion of private parts, acts, and outcomes. Yet, mother to son, or better son to mother is matter of a
different social beast.
A little accident can slide into broker ribs and limits for the female parent. The care-giving son
wonders about the limits, the unspoken rules of assistance in these matters. The son's gray hairs sprout up in
worry, not wisdom. The stress of compliance with all of the new demands and duties builds. Often the result is
stagnation of action on the son's part when it occurs to him to meet the hired help meant to fill the spaces and
social protocols of his limitations.
There is guilt, guile and gutless rage that walks out the door in worrisome wonder of the state of events
the son never thought he would be placed in.
Moreover, he is wondering about....
* What part damns the sister, commands the son to be present?
* What part seeks advice is shamed to ask?
* What skills are amiss that may become honed by query about private subjects with son to his
mother?
* What values that were unseen are now present?
* What is to be done will be handled, managed by the son, and alternatively by the hired help?
* Can the house son wait for healing and restored health to return, before loosing his patience with his
mother as well as his mind?

So, in service beyond the norm, the house son becomes impatience with soul-filled doubt lingering
underneath each daily activity. A son that was once possessed by the aspirations of the purpose and place in the
conquest of riches in the larger world of man, now can only to surrender to life as it is. Uncontrolled,
unprofitable, unfriendly, and needed.
Which comes first, the man or his shadow?