We all know that the day is coming when we will be involved in caring for our aging parents...
After Ellen experienced a few falls late last month, we packed her suitcase, loaded her up in the car and drove her to our home, not knowing what the future held but fairly certain that she could no longer live alone.
While convalescing, Ellen has been compliant and appreciative. More tears have come from our eyes than hers as we watch while her independence is stripped away, bit by bit. Meltdowns occur. Non acceptance occasionally trumps graciousness. Asking to return home oft turns to pleading. Remaining firm while showing understanding, patience & love is sometimes difficult.
A united front from each of her children proves essential. She admits to knowing that an 'independent' living situation in a home makes the most sense...
Most importantly, she's come to know, with no uncertainty, that she is loved and that her continued well being is our first and foremost motive.
It doesn't make the task at hand - transitioning into assisted living - any easier.
It is tough to watch our parents age. My parents are fast approaching and I wonder how long they can continue along in such a huge house. One day at a time. Somehow it makes us stronger to care and have responsibility for them.
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