God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot do,
I can’t “fix” my loved one.
I can’t make him think more clearly.
I can’t make him understand.
I can’t go back in time, and mustn’t languish over how or what he was, because he is who he is now and that’s where we are.
Courage to do the things I can,
I can handle business affairs — writing checks, paying bills, scheduling appointments.
I can do laundry.
I can prepare meals and serve snacks.
I can answer the phone.
I can chauffeur.
I can explain things over and over and over and over, and set my exasperation aside.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
When I lay in bed at night, let me not angst over the battle, but, in the weariness of a hard-fought day, take my rest knowing that I did the best I could.
Few will see or know what I do.
My own loved one will never fully grasp the sacrifice that I, and my husband, and my children, are all making on his behalf.
But it is right and good.
And You know, o Lord.
Let that be enough.
Adapted from The Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr.