Dear friends, I have been taking care of my father again. He fell and broke his hip. As I scribble a few words between chores, I can’t help thinking this must be what it’s like to have a baby, perhaps a one-year-old.
Everything revolves around his needs. Newly mobile, he’s just finding his feet, but you can’t leave him to explore alone. You prepare his food, serve his food, clean up after he makes a mess with his food. You wash him, you wash his clothes, you wash his bedding. You take him to his doctor appointments, give him his medicine, comfort him when he hurts.
As with mothers and babies, when you’re in caregiver mode, everything else falls away.
While doing all of this, you know that every minute you spend with this baby is a blessing, every new discovery a miracle. You also know that you would love an hour to yourself and a night without listening for the baby to need you. I was a longtime caregiver for my husband, who died of Alzheimer’s, but this is even more all engrossing because I’m at my father’s house instead of my own, he’s much more demanding, and he will not bounce if he falls.
I suspect God was saving the energy I might have used on babies for this.
How about you? Are you using your mother or father energy in other ways?