Caregiving with Dignity

Caregiving is Care + Giving

How to View the Caregiving Role

Caregiving is well-said. A caregiver is indicative of the phrase, caregiver. A caregiver is giving care. Without the “care” there would only be giving of assistance. Without the “giving” there would only be caring but no action. It takes both “care” and “giving” for a caregiver to be care-giving.

These days I am helping my folks in ways I was not doing even two years ago. Two years ago I was stepping it up, helping out with cleaning, bringing a hot home-cooked meal for my folks once a week, and I was completing small chores here and there. Then physical challenges came to both my folks within weeks of each other. My siblings and I became actively involved in their care at that point.

A new skill set was developed with these necessary changes. The challenges were assorted, interesting, and important. (I choose to not list them out.)  As caregivers, my siblings and I were stretched in new ways and drew closer in other ways. My family worked together, which was a precious gift to us all.

One of the areas that makes this challenging is the uncertainty of what is ahead. Week by week, we take it as it comes. You never know what is next during the care-giving years. Doctor visits, hospital stays, and rehab are part of the new routine you now live. One learns to accept this (for the most part).

What I can guarantee are the commonalities. What you can expect:

  1. Role reversal is eminent. You will have to assume the lead at some point. Things have a way of working themselves out.
  2. It’s not going to be easy. There are many diverse hills to climb. Frustration is likely.
  3. Safety and their personal welfare becomes your main concern.
  4. You will get some push-back, how much depends on you, how you handle it, and them, how they handle it.
  5. Plateaus come and go, a progression of decline is to be expected. Denial won’t help you or them. What will help them and you is a “looking to the good” positive attitude.
  6. You will have to do what you’d rather not do. Accept it, don’t  resist it.  You will be challenged, but that’s okay.

Although this blog is not the place to say much about the caregiving venue, it is good to say some. None of us are super human, and we do the best with what we’ve been given. We also need each other for practical, encouraging support.

The deal is, we  need someone to talk it through and to bounce ideas off. My sister who lives locally is the person I go to the most. My cousin and a close friend also help me because they’ve walked this caregiving journey and know the ropes. I learn from them, and it helps tremendously.

Some areas have formulated in my mind and give me parameters for care-giving:

  1. My goal is to make my parents happy as much as I can.
  2. I find ways to make it easier on all of us as much as I can.
  3. I believe in the dignity of the individual and strive to do this as much as I can.
  4. I am an advocate for my folks. I maintain my limits when necessary and as much as I can.
  5. It takes a village. We’re all on a team to do right by our folks and will do so as much as we can.
  6. We need to listen as caregivers, support each other, and trust our instincts as much as we can.

It’s not easy. Because of love and care, we will do what needs to be done, and employ wisdom as to the choices and challenges that come with this role. There’s no room for drama or selfishness. One must be realistic and flexible in it all.

What makes me happy in this role are the warm fuzzies that come with special moments. There are many bright spots when you look for them. The times we share are precious. Some day they will fade and we will miss them. My parents were good parents to us. I suppose the story might be different or more challenging if they had been hard on us.

I still look forward to the sweet times. They come often. The key to this vision of life as it is now, comes when we look at what we still have and stop looking at what they’ve lost. I’m not very good at this, but I do know it is the best way. Look for what makes them happy and they still enjoy, and then join them in doing it as often as you can.

Here are my bright spots.

  1. I like it when mother and dad enjoy a meal that I’ve cooked. They’re appreciative and say so.
  2. I like it when Dad tells me a story from his past that I’ve never heard before. These are delightful.
  3. I like it when I read to my mother one of my blogs, from the bible, a letter she’s received, or a devotional. She listens, smiles, and reacts at all the right places. She tracks with the stories, which is a surprising joy.
  4. I like it when Dad dries the dishes while standing next to me, right after I wash them. This happens almost every time I cook a meal at their home. We have rich conversations and I learn more about his life each time.
  5. I like it when Dad prays. He often prays a phrase I particularly like, “We thank you for your everlasting love.” I just love that!
  6. I like it when Mother visibly brightens when I enter her room. She’s glad to see me, and I’m glad to see her. I give her a hug.

The joy of caregiving are those shared moments of joining. I wish you well on your caregiving journey, if that’s where you are living at the moment. You will get frustrated but that’s part of it. You will also be blessed and that’s the joy of it. God bless you, my friends.

The Story of the Little Pumpkin

A Happy Little Sugar Pumpkin

As told by the Little Sugar Pumpkin. In his own words. . .

I’m a tiny little sugar pumpkin. It was awfully boring sitting in that store bin, but I have to say, there wasn’t much I could do about it. I kept complaining to the other pumpkins, “Oh my goodness, isn’t anybody going to pick me? Tomorrow is Halloween!” Sigh. We were running out of time. Sigh.

Would you believe it? Right then and there a nice lady with long white hair came over to my bin. Oh boy!!! I tried to get her attention,”Over here. Look at me! Yoo-hoo, I’m over here!” She was looking at all the other little sugar pumpkins. Holding them up and looking at their shapes from all angles. And then she reached down and lifted me up,  twisting me this way and that way. “Hmmm,” she said, as I tried to be my orangiest best for her.

“My, my, you’re a nice little pumpkin. I think you’re perfect,” and that’s how I got to go home with her.

First, she washed me and dried me off. Next, she cut me a top and then cleaned out my insides. The lady told me she was going to make me into a personality. My face began to take shape once she finished my triangle eyes. She whispered to me, “You need to have a smile.” It took a bit of time and hurt a little bit but soon I looked real cool. She lit a white taper candle and dripped some wax inside of me and pressed a stub of candle into the warm wax. “Now, let’s see how you look.” She put on my top and then re-lit the candle. This time we both smiled; she at me and me at her.

“But we’re not done yet. You’ll see why I wanted a pumpkin shaped nicely on both sides.” The lady began to carve again. Soon I had a cross-shape on the back side of me. “Now, for a heart,” she said, “The cross wouldn’t be finished without a heart of love. The Father gave his son for all of us because of his great love. That’s why you have a cross. The candle is like the light of God shining out from within you, my sweet little pumpkin. I want everyone to know that Jesus gives us light and love. Everyone who looks at you will notice your cross.”

I felt all snugly inside after she said that to me. So that’s how I got a cross on my backside.

We went to church that night.  She talked about me with the children at their Awana club. They liked it when she lit my candle. I glowed brightly for them. The children ooo’d and aaah’d. They liked me! As they looked at my cross, she told them that Jesus loved them and how the light of God’s love shines in us. I liked that, because it’s true. Jesus does love them, every single one of them.

“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” That’s what I like to sing when nobody is looking. This is my little light and it shines the cross of Jesus to everyone who walks up to my owner’s door. She wants them to know about Jesus. Tonight is Halloween and I’m sooo looking forward to it. The kids will be pirates, ghosts, and witches, and I will get to shine my light for them. How cool is that!

“Trick or Treat, smell my feet. Give me something good to eat!”  Oops, I’m not supposed to say that! You have a nice Halloween, okay?