I am presently spending the month with my 92 year old grandmother and up until recently was the primary caregiver to my 92 year old mother in law. Up until the last couple of years ago both of these 2 matriarchs were proud to boast of their great health and the blessing of still having their minds in tact at their ages. Things change a lot for the elderly in a short time. My grandmother is still in excellent health and state of mind, although a little more frail, but this is no longer so in my mother in law's situation. Stroke has left her with dementia and the need for 24 hour care that is at a level that our family can no longer provide for her and has had to turn to a full time care provider. This has been a difficult road. This has also been an important time of growing, learning, patience, faith and love. I've learned so much from them, and while the two are now worlds apart as far as their physical and mental capabilities, both of these amazing women have and will always have dignity that surpasses these capabilities. They deserve to be shown dignity because they live.
The saddest thing I hear from both my grandmother and my mother in law is when they say that they are living too long. Perhaps there is a loss of the pride of youth and independence when they begin to feel that it is a burden to have their children care for them. It is not easy to put aside our own independence and freedom to take care of another adult. It somehow is different than putting everything aside in caring for our children- then again is it really? To be honest, it seems natural to have a baby that needs everything from us. It's so rewarding to see a baby take steps ahead and begin to do things for himself. It's altogether different when an older person can do less and less. As caregivers we feel not a reward of seeing new milestones reached, but the desire to help them hang on to whatever is left and loss of it slipping away. They know that. They see us striving to help them. Sometimes they feel hopeless, and so do we. It's different from letting go of our older children when we find they no longer need us in the same way as when they were young. That's not hopeless, it's hopeful. We hope in the lives they will build for themselves. In the care of the elderly, we know the time draws closer that we will no longer have them. We love them so much, and watching them age feels something like a prolonged goodbye. Still, I don't want to say goodbye yet.
What can I give them and what do they give me. It starts with love. It's a feeling that maybe I can give back in part what they have given to me. I want to do anything I can for them. I want them to know I love them as unconditionally as they loved me. I am willing to sacrifice for them. That's what we do when we love. If I can say something cheerful to bring a simile to their face, and if I can communicate that their abilities or lack of abilities never take away from the love I have for them, perhaps it will bring a smile to their face, and make them feel secure and at peace. They need to feel loved and wanted just like all of us. Sometimes I need to be extra patient and more compassionate. Thank you grandma and mom, you needed to show me that. So often I have had to make that cup half full after discovering it's been half empty too long. I complain about their ailments and get selfish with my time, but what do I really have to complain about? I still like to listen to my grandma tell me about old times and watch her busy herself with her day to day activities. I try to change the mood when the grumbling attitude creeps in and we need to talk about more cheerful things. With my mother in law, I am so glad that I listened to all of those old stories she told me when she could, so now I can tell them to her and see joy in her face when she hears them again and again. Until the last breath they breathe, I hope they will feel a sense of peace that comes from being loved, and even if they don't remember me, the feeling will remain. That they will be treated with dignity, love and honor is all I can hope for them.
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