I'm tired, but won’t stop caring and fighting for Mom

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I'm tired of being exhausted before going to my bed



I'm tired of waking up each morning with a wondering head



Wondering if I covered all of mom’s needs throughout the day



Wondering if there’s more that I can do to make her feel better in any way



We rarely see or hear from my siblings



But that’s not all…



We also rarely here from mom’s siblings



It’s sad that none of them regularly call



Mom gave birth to 4 children, but you'd think I'm the only child



My siblings must think that calling a few times a year will make her smile



My siblings don't have much in common with me



One of the main differences is...



I can’t just ignore the sick and just "do me"



And I help my parents without an attached fee



I moved both my parents into my home because they were not able



I took many days off work to visit doctors with them to get their health stable



Dad passed away after a fight with cancer



Now Mom is challenged with LBD and there is no simple answer



"Leave them alone!"



That's what mom will often yell



I quickly run to her room



Knowing she needs to be comforted and wants to go in more detail



She worries about her grandkids, thinking they're not treated right



In response, I make calls to the family no matter how late at night



I call family members on the phone



But Mom talks for a while, then says, “they're not real, they were cloned”



Mom comes in my room almost every night,



She whispers real low when she is in fright



When I don’t wake up fast enough, she grabs my toes



She has even shook my legs but that’s as far as she goes



She hears someone getting beat and reports it to me



I reply, where are they Mom?



She says, “shhh...come and see”



Mom opens the front door and begins to scream



“Leave them alone!” --- It’s like she woke up in the middle of a bad dream



It’s love that has me up late



It’s love that compels me to patiently wait



Waiting…to help clean Mom after she uses the toilet



Waiting…to help dry Mom’s hands after they have been wet



It’s love that makes me stay



It’s love that won’t allow me to put her away



Mom tries so hard to keep moving even though she is in pain



I am determined to adjust to her changing needs, keeping her encouraged through sunshine and rain



This is a slow journey with mom



Far from being a sprint



I will keep helping my precious mother in love



For as long as God gives me the ability and strength

Submitted: September 13, 2017

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I'm tired of being exhausted before going to my bed

I'm tired of waking up each morning with a wondering head

 

Wondering if I covered all of mom’s needs throughout the day

Wondering if there’s more that I can do to make her feel better in any way

 

We rarely see or hear from my siblings

But that’s not all…

We also rarely here from mom’s siblings

It’s sad that none of them regularly call

 

Mom gave birth to 4 children, but you'd think I'm the only child 

My siblings must think that calling a few times a year will make her smile

 

My siblings don't have much in common with me

One of the main differences is...

I can’t just ignore the sick and just "do me"

And I help my parents without an attached fee

 

I moved both my parents into my home because they were not able

I took many days off work to visit doctors with them to get their health stable

 

Dad passed away after a fight with cancer

Now Mom is challenged with LBD and there is no simple answer

 

"Leave them alone!"

That's what mom will often yell

I quickly run to her room

Knowing she needs to be comforted and wants to go in more detail

 

She worries about her grandkids, thinking they're not treated right

In response, I make calls to the family no matter how late at night

 

I call family members on the phone

But Mom talks for a while, then says, “they're not real, they were cloned”

 

Mom comes in my room almost every night,

She whispers real low when she is in fright

 

When I don’t wake up fast enough, she grabs my toes

She has even shook my legs but that’s as far as she goes

 

She hears someone getting beat and reports it to me

I reply, where are they Mom?

She says, “shhh...come and see”

 

Mom opens the front door and begins to scream

“Leave them alone!” --- It’s like she woke up in the middle of a bad dream

 

It’s love that has me up late

It’s love that compels me to patiently wait

Waiting…to help clean Mom after she uses the toilet

Waiting…to help dry Mom’s hands after they have been wet

 

It’s love that makes me stay

It’s love that won’t allow me to put her away

 

Mom tries so hard to keep moving even though she is in pain

I am determined to adjust to her changing needs, keeping her encouraged through sunshine and rain

 

This is a slow journey with mom

Far from being a sprint

I will keep helping my precious mother in love

For as long as God gives me the ability and strength 


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