My mom had a fall this past week and ended up in the hospital, and she’s doing well now, though it was a busy week for me. My parents live almost five hours away, and dropping everything to go care for her would have upended my plans and responsibilities, but I didn’t have to, because my sister (whose husband is also a Patched man) has taken on the caregiving as my parents have aged, to the point of moving her family onto the same street as them.
When she called that afternoon to fill me in, I should have asked what she needed, thanked her for looking after our parents, and prayed with her about everything still ahead, but like a bonehead I started with questions. How did mom fall, what could have prevented it, how many times has this happened; it came across as an interrogation about how we got there, and it did nothing to honor the work she puts in every week and every month while the list of what they need keeps growing.
I’m genuinely thankful for her, and I think she’s a better and more compassionate caregiver than I could be even if the role were mine. Some people have that gift from God, and some just landed in the role because of where they live and because no one else was around to do the job.
Depending on the season, you might be the caregiver, the one receiving care, or the one who needs to thank whoever is carrying it for someone you love. Jesus said in Matthew 25:36, “I was sick and you visited me,” which is important to remember if you’re not the one providing that care right now, and it’s worth remembering too that if you live long enough, someone will be caring for you.
My mom is on the mend and I got to visit with her, but I’m home now and back to my usual schedule while my sister is still on duty, so say thank you to whoever is carrying this for your family, ask what they need, and give them a break when you can.
Sheepdog