Back to basics....
My many remakings are remarkable in their own way. Each, to varying degrees, includes body, mind, and spirit. Each requires being proactive, rather than reactive.
Running always provides the necessary rubric. Running enables me to: regroup; renew; rework; reorganize; remember; and reenergize.
Running is not static; it requires constant movement. So too do I. Running is my restorative.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
That day was very surreal. We didn't actually tell my Mom she was moving because it was easier to leave the details vague. My mom has a dementia diagnosis, though she is rather cognizant. We entered this phase not knowing if it in fact would be permanent. We told my Mom that this was something else that we were going to try to see if she could get stronger after a recent fall left her needing 24-hour care.
My Mom's transition to log-term care, okay, to a nursing home (yes, I said it), has been remarkably smooth, and for that I am grateful. She has settled in quite nicely. She is well cared for and safe. I am able to visit, end enjoy quality time, with her, which were increasingly less frequent when she was living independently.
More often than not, I indicate generally that my Mom has transitioned to long-term care. This approach results in less comments and criticism than when I say that my Mom is in a nursing home.
Caring for my 94 year-old Mom has been a challenge, particularly while: maintaining full-time professional employment; raising a gregarious 10 year-old; nurturing my marriage; and trying to stay healthy and fit while my 50 year-old body wants only to expand.
We often hear about eldercare issues, but not always in a positive way. I think that should change. Everyone's situation is different. Individuals' situations change over time. We need to be open to possibilities. There should be more supporting, and less judging.
I never thought my Mom would live in a nursing home. Quite frankly, I also never thought she would be alive at 94 years old, though I also never envisioned her death. Did I think she was going to live forever and never age? No. I guess I simply never thought too much about my Mom's mortality. But, like with so many other things I have been forced to think about, I am managing.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Today, I sit contently working. My contentment exists in part because of what I have experienced throughout my 50 years. I need to remember those experiences, many of which were ordeals. They contributed to who I am today, a strong and resilient woman who succeeds every day.
I began today with a walk outside, and only time will tell how this day ends. Though it will not end as it did 24 years ago, this day will be just as important for very different but equally significant reasons. I will complete my work day, enjoy a meal with my family, and nurture my Son before his bedtime.
Tonight will be full of love, as was this night so many years ago. It's a different kind of love, but it's love and, after all, love is what matters.