I just sat down to eat lunch, at 3pm. It will take me at least an hour to eat this one sandwich.
I’m sitting her mulling over a conversation I had earlier with a dear friend.
They are in the season of caring for their parents, and I am in the season of caring for my children.
Both are hard.
We joked a little about me taking their dad in exchange for them taking my son; because both of us are feeling a little ‘done’.
Then they said, “at least your kids can learn and do better, my dad can’t.”
I felt awful y’all.
They were right.
My kids grow and learn a little more each day. They still repeat silly kid mistakes but it’s an opportunity to learn.
Their dad is regressing. Every day he forgets something new. Every day he slips closer to being as needy as a newborn.
He has already started saying that he would rather just pass away and be done with it. What fun is life if you can’t remember how to live it.
Every day, my friend comes home from work and spends several hours with their dad. They make sure he has dinner, and the dishes are done, and the coffee maker set for the morning. They try and navigate him towards his Lay-Z-Boy so he doesn’t end up falling asleep sitting at the kitchen bar watching the countertop TV.
They used to take time to remind him of things but now, they just do it for him, knowing the entire day will be forgotten by morning.
Maybe today, I will pause from feeling sorry for the constant repetition that fills my day, and be grateful that my repetitions will eventually result in a lesson learned.
I will be grateful that my hard work will reap positive results.
I will be praying that when I’m old(er), my children will care for me as much as my friends is doing for their dad.