Doing the best he can!

Dad had some insurance-approved therapy on Thursday. Afterward as he contemplated getting into the bed himself, with only minimal assistance from me, I knew he was rather frustrated with himself and his inability to make his brain work to maneuver himself into the bed.
"It gets on your nerves when you can't get anything done," he said.
"I know, Dad. I know you're doing the best you can."
"You're absolutely right! I'm glad somebody understands," he replied.
Dad's doing the best he can. That day, part of his best was being able to kick off his own shoes. We rejoice in the small victories.