Do you care?
For someone else, that is?
Actively, like for a child or parent or ailing spouse?
My husband does.
He cares for me. He has become the chief cook and bottle-washer around here. Not to mention aching-back rubber. (He tries not to rub me the wrong way!)
He soothes me, coos to me, woos me, and tells me he will take good care of me. Since he can’t “fix” my condition, his new mission in life is to give me the best quality of life possible.
But who cares for the caregiver?
In my weakened condition, it is incumbent upon Mike to take care–great care of himself. And he does.
Seriously, by letting his hair down:
Letting one’s hair down once in a while helps. It helps to keep one’s head on straight. Well, as straight as can be expected in the topsy-turvy world of care giving.
But there is another way a caregiver can refresh himself when times get hair-curling. That is to refresh with a friend: (Hi, Ron)
and then take a bath and read a good book at day’s end:
Ahh…life is good.
And the next day, when the mission of giving is once more undertaken, the load is lightened. Lightened enough that the caregiver can once more give to his beloved one of life’s most precious gifts: a reminder that life is not to be taken too seriously–especially when it seems like life is no laughing matter.
Because it is!