Reverberation
Caregiving — does it only mean the physical help you provide to someone else? I have realized the hard way how caregiving can take a toll on you emotionally, mentally, and financially. I show up differently every day for my mother.
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It all began when my father passed away, and my mother came to live with me. This was supposed to be a shared responsibility with my older sister as well.
The intervening years up to 2026 would be too long to cover in this introduction. But I will gather my thoughts on a lot of those years in later posts. And it will not be in any particular order.
These thoughts are not about blame on my mother. These are thoughts on the person she has evolved into. These are thoughts on how this is impacting my life. These are just thoughts on how I feel; sometimes it’s pure frustration.
The largest impact that caregiving has taken on my life is time. Time where I could have been with my family and shown up better to missed occasions. And nothing in this journey is possible without the support of my own precious spouse and children. This, in essence, keeps me going.
