As a caregiver I rarely get to sit back, coast and watch someone care for their loved one. I am usually in the middle, getting meds, cooking, checking underwear for packages, listening for obstructed breathing, is that a cough/gasp/choke/gasp..... Always on alert. Always ready to spring into action. Sometimes I think all I missing is a red cape and a big C "Caregiver" on my chest.
I had the pleasure of working with a fabulous group of men and women this weekend. This group all went to our capitol to speak with our state legislature to request financial aid for in home supports. This is one of the most dynamic, fun-loving, compassionate, intelligent groups I have ever had the pleasure to work with. One of the attendees, a caregiver for her mom, brought her mother with her.
Watching the loving care this woman lavished on her mother was so moving. The gentleness, the humor, the compassion made my heart swell with pride to be a part of it. What I found most fascinating, was how humble the daughter was. She would express the self doubts, the frustrations we all feel as she lovingly zippered her mom's jacket. The unknowing care, caresses were so reassuring to everyone around us.
What I learned from this woman was the love that is there between a caregiver and their loved one. Oh, we all get frustrated, we all get tired of being together, but even at those moments, it is love that comes through. I only hope I can live up to the model that I witnessed first hand this weekend.
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