Caregiving isn’t easy. You know this. I do, too. Caregiving brings with it sadness, pain, discomfort, stress and guilt. Let’s talk about guilt.
As a “Type A”, “High I – on the DISC Personality Survey”, I want to fix everything that is wrong in the world. If you have a problem, it is my goal to fix it yesterday. Yet, here I am traveling the journey of dementia with my Momma, and I cannot fix it. I cannot make it all go away with a good plan or persistent research and investigation. It IS a part of my life just as much as it is a part of Momma’s life.
There are days my heart hurts because I know Momma is having a bad day, and those days are likely to make me experience guilt. What am I guilty about? I’m not sure. Maybe I feel guilty that I cannot make Momma’s world better. Maybe I feel guilty that I didn’t drop everything in my world and rush to Momma’s side to comfort her. Maybe I feel guilty about… who knows what? I just feel guilt.
I stop at those moments and realize God did not put me on this earth to solve everyone’s problems. He did call me to care for my elders, but that caring does not mean I can fix everything. That’s His job, and I am glad for that. I believe God wants me to do as much as possible to make sure Momma is well cared for and experiences a big dose of my love each day. However, God wants me to take care of myself, trust in Him to care for Momma, and release any guilt that is hindering me from being the best ME I can be.
I believe I need to ponder that thought more often, and I hope it gives you Something To Ponder.
There were two evil brothers who attended the same church and were very rich. One of the brothers died, and the remaining brother gave the pastor of the church a large donation a few days before the funeral.
He said to the pastor, “I am giving this donation with one stipulation. You must say my brother was a saint.”
The pastor agreed, and quickly deposited the check. On the day of the funeral, the pastor said, “This man was evil. He cheated. He lied. He stole. But, compared to his brother, he was a saint!”
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