It’s hard to get our thoughts out to others when our thoughts are a disorganized, tangled, mess – amidst caregiver chaos, so, I’m giving myself a few minutes to get it out. I think it is in these times and on these days when we
I tend to wait to write until I feel moved to do so, to dance only when I feel the energy, or to wait for a bit of inspiration to express myself. I must not be the only person who puts life on hold while waiting for better opportunities.
So today I write just as I am, in an overwhelmed, disorganized, caregiver place. Because, as you caregivers know, sometimes the storm, whether real or perceived, has some serious hang time. Sometimes we watch our loved ones fall hard or deteriorate slowly before our eyes, despite all the faith, and hope, and love we can shine on the situation. Today, I am committed to living in the storm, the transitional space, the
My goal this month was to write about confidence in caregiving. I could write about the things I do that bring confidence to my caregiving, and the things I have noticed that others do to alleviate the overwhelm such as; writing questions down for doctors before appointments, and setting one day a month aside to manage all the medication and medical bills. But these things don’t seem very helpful when our day to day life is overwhelming and when we are in it. What I will offer here is what I’ve got on life as a caregiver, right here, right now.
The most overwhelming part of being a caregiver to
I need a time machine, don’t we all? If I could just create a few more hours in the day, then maybe….
In this moment I catch the way my boys look at me for answers, in trust and in love.
I pull her off her nest and out of the hen house. “Honey, you need to eat and drink some water”.
Confidence in caregiving comes with noticing, with asking questions; not with having all the answers.
Real confidence in caregiving comes through grace and with a lot of humility.
He needs his meds and his water, breakfast, and a dry diaper. Now I’ve got 10 minutes to get him on that bus and to blow those kisses.
We made it to the bus. I carried him halfway. We blew those kisses.
Guest Blogger – Cadie Olmsted
Cadie is a
She lives in Albany, Oregon. She is grateful for our shared humanity, planet earth, poetry, free writing, moving meditation, and the radical love of Jesus.
She aims to raise awareness of the difficulties of raising a child with a complex medical condition, and the gifts and joy it brings.