Taking care of my mother, as she becomes less independent, has made me realize how precious life is. She used to be the mother and I the child. Now, as she ages, I am witnessing our positions begin to reverse – am I now her “mother
” and she my “child
It’s hard to watch Mumsie, who’s always been a vibrant, warm and loving woman, slowly but inevitably become more forgetful, confused...
It’s so strange to me that I celebrate Mother’s Day now as a mother myself.
Whenever my son calls me “Mummy
”, it is hard for me not to think of my own mother. It’s almost a strange moment. . .a hesitation to respond, even though it’s been several years since he’s been able to speak. (more…)
Even though I have only ever known my uncle from a distance, he is the only one I can call my favorite – and he is now in need of assistance
A few weeks ago, I was commuting back and forth for up to five hours a day before work to support him in the critical time of his health. The few extra hours that I would normally spend with...
I was really moved to write this as it has been on my mind lately since I have been working with my 91-year-old uncle
Funny how I have had many interesting comments since taking him under my care.
“Is he your father’s brother?”
“Is he your mother’s brother?”
No he is neither, he is actually my father’s cousin by adoption. (more…)