I always erroneously think my brother and sister have wonderful, magical, perfect lives. They don't. I just drove over to my parents house for some Diet Dr. Pepper. My sister was in the den, crying. Her daughter was crawling all over her.
"I'm sorry," my sister said wiping the snot from her nose. "I had a moment of weakness."
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting down next to her.
"Being a parent. Being a doctor. It is all too stressful for me. I can't take it anymore," my sister sobbed.
"What would dad's mother say?" I asked her.
"To drink some sweet tea, eat a good lunch, take a nap, and sit on the back porch till you get to feeling better," my sister said smiling.
I'm not particularly close to my sister, but I hope I helped. I often think of what dad's deceased mother would say on such occasions. It helps.