Changing your life so drastically can have a trickledown effect on those around you. Brian and I have exchanged our share of tears and difficult conversations in the two and a half months that Mom has lived here. We’ve worried about money, worried about whether one brother would step up to the plate (which he has done, admirably) and accepted that the other cannot. We’ve struggled with the added time to our already packed schedules. On Sundays I get a double dose of church, which I have to admit is a lot.
I’ve missed events, annoyed people for backing out at the last minute, neglected my friends, behaved childishly with my husband, and sometimes let rest and exercise and eating right fall by the wayside. Through it all my mom is hyperconscious of not wanting to be a burden. But let’s be honest–those of you who know her know that “sunny” or “sweet” are not exactly words that would describe her personality. She is Midwestern. She is direct. She is stoic. And, to be frank, she can be a little crabby, like her mother before her. (When Grandma Ruth lived with us, Mike and I would put a picture of a bug on the garage door on particularly cranky days so that Mom would know when she got home that Grandma had a bug up her butt.) Mom comes by her crankiness honestly.
Brian has borne the brunt of some of her difficult tendencies. Getting yelled at to “stop!” in the grocery store isn’t pleasant, particularly if you aren’t used to it. I guess my brothers and I have developed a thick skin. Particularly hard was getting caught between my husband and my mom, wanting to defend him to her (don’t talk to him like that) and her to him (she’s a dying old lady, so cut her some slack). A visit to a counselor (I did say this has been difficult, right?) helped us to learn that I didn’t have to be in the middle, that I didn’t have to “choose sides,” and a couple of frank conversations between Brian and my mom have eased this situation tremendously.
I have found, though, that in the midst of difficult times, there are heroes. Lifelines.
Brian is one of these. What husband and son-in-law signs on for helping to pay for and maintain a second household, or at 46 years old to inherit a full-grown elderly adult to care for? He takes out her trash, checks the water bottle on
her oxygen concentrator, vacuums her floor, accompanies her to the store, pays her bills, all without much complaint, certainly not to her. And meanwhile, he keeps loving me, letting me vent, holding my hand, forgiving my mistakes.
I think Mom is a hero, too. She really hasn’t missed a step, not too much. She’s already baking cookies for my school and Brian’s work, and my father-in-law, and my friends. She has settled into a brand-new place, with new hospice nurses and a new hairdresser and a new church, and only B and me to make sure she has everything she needs. She gets her laundry washed and bed linens changed at the mercy of my schedule.
I’ve also come to learn through this experience that there are doers (also heroes) and sayers. My friend Ginger is a doer. She asked one night if she could come with us to my mom’s to meet her in person. And then she went back, on her own, so that Mom could teach her to play cribbage. She has invited us for dinner and brought dinner to Mom’s. They text regularly, and Mom bakes cookies for Ginger’s husband Paul. Ginger gives B and me a night off sometimes just so he and I can spend time with each other.
Another friend–I’ll call her Kim–is a sayer. She tells me she wants to meet Mama J, and I have no doubt that she really does, but Kim will not actually, in all likelihood, ever meet my mom. I am not placing blame. I have been both a sayer and a doer, as I suspect many of us have (probably a sayer more times than I care to admit). I have had the best of intentions go awry. But I’ve learned so much about human behavior in these past months. And I’ve learned that Kim’s well wishes and good intentions can be meaningful, too.
I’ll miss mentioning someone and regret it, but so many others have been so very kind, and they are my heroes and lifelines, too. My dad sent us money to help get Mom’s apartment set up and is willing to love and listen when things get tough. My dear friend Courtney made a way out-of-the way side trip to Baton Rouge at Christmastime to spend time with us, and her mom, Mrs. Kay, sends me the loveliest words of encouragement and is coming down from Shreveport to meet Mom for the very first time. Sweet Andrea walked up and down the aisles of Target with us and is always available for a text, call, or visit. My friend Tashia sent a Christmas card to a little old lady she’d never met. Our pal Bonnie offered to photograph my mom and me. And wonderful friends from work, Amy and Sarah, have listened to all my woes, gone to eat lunch with Mom and me, and sent goodies her way. Brian’s parents, whom I think of as my own, have been incredibly loving and kind. Other friends are offering love and prayers and a shoulder at every turn. These are gifts and blessings I can only hope to repay.
I suspect there will be more heroes, and more casualties, in the difficult months ahead. I cannot fill my heart with worry about the difficulties or the mistakes I will make, though. The wonderful little book Jesus Calling reminds me of this, just at a time when I need to hear it the most:
“Worship Me only. Whatever occupies your mind the most becomes your god. Worries, if indulged, develop into idols. Anxiety gains a life of its own, parasitically infesting your mind. Break free from this bondage by affirming your trust in Me and refreshing yourself in My Presence.”
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4 thoughts on “Casualties and heroes”
Oh, the trials and tribulations of life! I have found in my life, if I keep focused on Jesus and His Will for me, I will have the courage and strength to carry on. Yes, there have been bumps in the road and oftentimes I have fallen off track, but if I’m obedient and I remember to keep my eyes fixed on Him, I will be able to live in the peace that only He can supply.
You two have made amazing strides in the past months! And because you are disciplined and kind and loving you have made great decisions and all have survived! And maybe Joan is the way she is because she had to learn to survive to cope with life.
Pat yourselves on the back for making good decisions and helping Joan to reconsider her position in a kind and supportive way. Peace and Love!
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I love that I am mentioned in this passage. I love that I am a good part of your lives. I love that you have a rock-solid, stoic, no frills mother, and that you have allowed me to be your on-site substitute through these years, a cupcake with frosting piled high. You deserve some sweetness in your life. I love that Brian is standing so firmly with you; my husband did much the same in every respect when my father was dying. And although both of us knew, absolutely knew, that we had extraordinary husbands, when those hard days came, we discovered depths and strength in them we had no idea existed. I love that you, simply by being the remarkable person you are, have accumulated a group of devoted friends who will not leave you. All of this, of course, is because you are you. And I love that most of all.
How could I have not wanted to meet your mother and spend time with her? That would be like passing up the opportunity to get to know a little piece of you that isn’t readily accessible in your everyday life. And I want to know every bit off BFF. Love you. ❤️
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