What respite looks like
This morning I am upstairs in my auxiliary bedroom / office. I have had my breakfast and coffee and am getting ready for the morning's work. My son stayed overnight with Mom last night and is giving care through the morning. This means that I have breathing room. Time to think about all the life that I have been continuously pushing to the side because of the central role and responsibility of caregiving. This means I have time to recover my self, my sense of who I am, what I do, when I am not solely defined as Mom's caregiver, the person she is relying on for her health and well being. The reason my son is completing his first overnight shift is because we, as a family, have realized the importance of sharing the burden of Mom's caring needs. My siblings are coming to terms with the shared responsibility of Mom's wellness. It is not enough to express appreciation to me for what my husband and I are doing. They also have to roll up their sleeves and absorb the impact o...