Changes…

First a child, then an adult, wife and mother, grandmother, and now caregiver. These are the stages of my life. Every stage has brought its challenges and rewards. The last one, however, seems to me to be the hardest yet. My father died at age 63; my stepfather died about a year and half ago. Dealing with that was not easy, but it’s different somehow with Mom. My mother is aging, and it’s becoming clearer every day that she is going to need more and more care. Lots of decisions to be made…lots of things to take care of. I wonder, as I go through all of these changes, how my mother felt when she went through them. I know she must have felt some of the same things. Roles change…you are now the adult, the decision-maker. You wonder if you’re doing all the right things. It’s all new territory, how do you know? You’ve no past history to base anything on. I’m thankful for friends who have been, or are currently in, the same place I am. In the same way that “it takes a village to raise a child,” I believe it takes a community of friends and family to care for the aging.

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