Saturday, February 20, 2010

Guilt, Sadness and Age

Every time in life has its highs and lows. Childhood always seems so attractive to adults because it seems so carefree. Yet, having spent so much time with small children I can tell you that childhood is fraught with disappointments, hurts, "boo-boos", fears about fitting in and wishing for the next step--growing up.

Adolescence is even worse, yet it is also the most fun anyone ever has. All that peer pressure, swirling hormones and struggling to find an identity separate from parents, blended with parties, learning to drive and having friends that mean the world to you makes it the most exciting and troublesome part of our days. Then, there is the decision to go to college (and which one) or to find a suitable job or to join the military.

Young adulthood also brings new responsibilities, connections with peers, bosses who may or may not appreciate your own special talents and the search for that one special person who makes you feel complete. On the heels of all of this comes marriage, parenthood and often, a mortgage. This is the central most defining part of anyone's life in so many ways. There is sadness is giving up the freedoms of younger, carefree days, a sense of time suddenly passing too quickly. It also holds hopes for success; schedules that are often unrelenting, sleepless nights and watching children take their first steps and say their first words.

Before we can turn around children turn into preteens and we turn into middle aged people. We sometimes witness deaths of a parent or other loved one and become so much more aware of our own mortality. There is often guilt in lost relationships or for time seemingly squandered. There is sadness for dreams that might never come to be and new hope for our own graceful aging and dreams yet to be realized while supporting the burgeoning dreams of our children.

By far, the worst time can be old age. Infirmity and our own ability to accept those changes define the way the world sees us. We can be "old biddies" and "grumpy old men" or distinguished elder statespeople of our generation. Some of it is our choice, but much is not. The luck of the draw and the sadness of dreams that never came to be; lost friends or spouses and frailities that seize our bodies or minds define how we will age. There is guilt for opportunities that defied our reach; anger for days spent in pain or boredom; and sadness for a life that seemingly went by while we were paying attention to something else. There is also the gift of more free time, glowing memories of trips taken and love that endures forever.

Each time of life has its good days and its bad. Life challenges us to rise above the guilt, sadness and aging that is inevitable and revel in the smallest genuinely joyful moments that fill our hearts with happiness and may be remembered vividly in the twilight of our days.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

For the Love of Mom

It seems fitting since tomorrow is Valentine's Day to think about how to make mom really happy on the day of love. This has been increasingly difficult since my Dad died 20 years ago. Of course, I could clearly understand her sadness on the one day each year that people declare their love. But, just as I was getting the hang of that one--telling her about the accomplishments of her grandchildren, bringing a box of sweets or sharing the cute things the great-grandchildren have said, I am now in a new arena. With mom now in a nursing facility, the only thing that I could possibly say to make her happy would be to tell her she's going HOME!

The notion of going home and finding solace is as old as man--even the cavemen were probably thrilled to put their clubs at the door, kiss the wife and settle in for a nice time by the fire. When home is the sanctuary it is a blessing. This is mom's fond memory. However, now, going home would never be what she remembered because it would involve full time aides to keep her safe. She would hate having a stranger in the house all the time "watching her" ( as she says). Yet, this is the reality that we face--she can be home and unhappy with the turn of events, while we scramble to piece together the right mix of kindly, affordable aides for just long enough to use up her assets and then move her back into a nursing facility; or pray that the daily barrage of "when am I getting out of here?" finally stops and she makes her peace with the nursing home as her abode. If her handling of her finances hadn't been the way it was, there might have been other options, but for now, until I win the big lottery, I cannot fix the series of events that were put in motion by poor choices and dementia.

I really want to be the daughter who lovingly visits and brings sunshine into my mom's life, particularly on Valentine's weekend, but I know that instead we will go head to head trying to explain something that she can never really understand. I wish a geriatrics professional could give the recipe for handling this, but to date, no one has the answer. They all just say to humor her. This is not working, and my ability to cope with it is suffering the consequences.

Mom-- I know you won't really believe it, but I love you and want the best for you. Home is not what you really want. What you really want is to be capable and independent again and this, my love is not today's reality. Happy Valentine's Day from your daughter.