Routnie. Mom loves routine. In the recent weeks I have found that routine is a big part of her life. Not only is routine apparent in her daily interactions. At this point I make contact with her daily to check in and check in on her day. The conversation is the same everyday. Today I went to ..., then I ate, after that I had a. Then we hang up. There is no two way communication and it is hard to converse about others. Mom is in her own world. Each week I know exactly what the week looks like as she does the same thing each week. The routine is predictable, and going off the routine is very difficult for her. She goes to church on certain days, laundry on different days, and appointments on other days. In these moments I am thankful that she has independence and has the ability to do things on her own. I know this is something that I will miss in the years to come.
I am forty-two years old. I am raising elementary and middle school children. At this time my life is composed of working, carpooling, and care taking. Care taking is a priviledge and a journey of learning and finding ones self. Unlike the wedding seasons, births, and kindergarten enterances this phase of life is not entered at a specific time or phase of life. We enter this as life happens. I have entered this stage earlier than my peers. My peers understand that I have an added responsibility. The are respectful to my mother and will often times ask about her. If I leave for any reason they will call and check in on her and help with small tasks. However, there is a feeling of isolation. It is hard to explain to people that you are actively greiving the mom you once had and accepting and enjoying the mom you do have. One thing I pray dilligently for is to find a group of friends and peers that can support ea...
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