Because it is a gift...

It gets hard to be the primary caregiver for my daughter. There are so many things that need to be done and I am the one who usually does them.

My friend told me the difference between a caregiver and caretaker. A caretaker is doing for someone what they are perfectly able to do for themselves. A caregiver is doing for someone what they are unable to do for themselves.

Why is being a caregiver for Amy a gift?

I get to spend quality time with her. I get to know her needs. I get to know who she is and what she likes. I learn to read her. I learn to anticipate her. I am able to help her because I know her. I get to laugh with her. I get to hug her. I get to cry with her. I get to be angry at her. I get to hurt with her. I get to shake my head at her. I get to see her for who she is. She can't hide from me. I know how she thinks. I know the look in her eye. I know why she wrinkles her nose a certain way. I know what she likes. I know how much she loves Logan. I know how much she loves her sister. I see the pain in her eyes when she is lonely. I wipe her tears when she is afraid. I teach her. I talk to her. I am connected. I share her life. I share her smiles. I share her laughter. I hear her stories and see her goofiness. I read to her. I discuss. I argue. I learn. I get the joy of her company.

Why is being a caregiver for Amy a gift?

Because she is worth it and she gives me so much more in return.

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