Caregiving is too often about getting back up. Physically or mentally the person you’re helping can be overwhelmed by their illness. As caregiver you have that plus the bigger picture. It can knock you down.
Mowing the lawn yesterday in anticipation of Jeanne dropping a couple inches of rain on the area today I couldn’t help notice a patch of weeds in the field adjacent to our yard. Throughout the summer I’ve made preemptive strikes against them even though they have not invaded my lawn. I’ve mowed them to a nub, and used levels of chemical warfare that would have pleased an Iraqi mad man. Yet they ALWAYS come back.
It’s funny how our Hallmark metaphors for resiliency and persistence are always such glorious creatures or natural wonders. Yet the good ol’ WEED may actually be the most appropriate.
I humbly enclose this digital bouquet of weeds for all caregivers and others who just keep getting back up again. Not exactly the “wind beneath my wings” but the ever resilient “weeds beneath my sole” <grin>