I truly believe caring for a loved one is a gift, not everyone can do it. But, for those of us that had to suddenly take on the responsibility, we find ourselves in a new role and often times juggling a job, family, and all the ups and downs that goes right along with it.
I have to constantly remind myself of the following; if my mom can take care of seven kids by herself, then why can't the remaining six take care of one. It boggles my mom how some will step up to the plate and others will fear it will take away from the enjoyment of life.
I can't for the life of me figure out why it is so difficult for some members of the family to give back to the one that God placed on this earth to help rear them; not only that, most grandparent's are rearing their grandchildren and some members find it "upsetting" if you even mention the word "care". What has this world come to when we stop caring for our senior citizens (parents and grandparents).
When my mom was told by one sibling, "I have to live my own life", and left my mom alone without adequate heating and did not give any thought to what food was left in the cupboards, it put my mom in a state of depression. She still dawns on it right today and often cries about it.
I worked part-time and on my days off, I visited my mom three sometimes four days a week to make sure she had heat and food. I thank God for giving me strength to look after her - even before she requested me to be her caregiver.
I am not above anything or anyone and I treat each day as if it were my last; meaning, I enjoy everyday (good or bad). Not only that, I always remind myself that someone, somewhere has it a lot worse...and I thank God I am here on this earth to help take care of my mom. I was not fortunate enough to know my day...he died when I was very young. My mom was both my dad and mom.
She was married twice...my other siblings have a living, breathing dad....I don't. At times I feel bitter about not having a dad in my life, but I have my Heavenly Father Who has always been there for me and still is.....He will neither leave me nor forsake me....I truly believe that with all my heart.
So yes, our parents may give us a hard time, but just remember the hard times we gave them while we were growing up. Were we obedient? Did we always do what they requested? Did we honor our parents when we were young? Were we mouthy and rebellious? Were your parents patient with you and loved you regardless of your faults?
I know it's a hassle sometimes and you feel as if you can't make it another day. Just remember....they stuck it out with us, now it's our turn to stick it out with them.
Love, Live, and Leave the rest to God....(cast your cares).