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THE LULU CHRONICLES
Okay, so I’ve been missing in action this week. Sorry about
that. This doesn’t happen often, or ever actually, but I simply couldn’t write
this week. My cup has been over flowing with family and emotions that simply
pushed writing deadlines to the bottom of the list. I love to write. Books, articles, blogs, email… anything
really, but not so much this week. I searched and nothing was there. It was
like the ink well had just a small residue stuck around the insides of the
bottle, but not enough to form words or thoughts.
So, I found myself living totally in the present. It was all
I had the strength for and quietly honestly, the heart for. All around me were
grandchildren, sons, daughters-in-laws, parents and family pets. Every nook and
cranny of our house and my heart was filled with laughter or tears or squeals
or teasing or jokes or conversation both serious and silly. Silence had been
forced to run for the hills as cousins—three three-year-olds, one
fifteen-month-old, a five-year-old, a seven-year-old and an eight-year entered the
doorway with drawn light sabers and an ark-load of dolls and stuffed
animals.
My dad is deep into Alzheimer’s. So, what doesn’t kill you
just makes you stronger, right? I love this man. He taught me to drive and to
dive, however, now he can’t find his way out of my living room without help.
Most of the time I felt like my heart was being stung by a thousands bees at
once. But every once in a while, we’d get a glimmer of the man that was and the
rest would be worth it.
And then there was my mom. She’s Dad’s caregiver and it’s
taking its toll. I see our roles slowly reversing. She was the strong one, my
anchor, and the one who made it happen. Now, it’s my turn to balance the role
of mother, wife, daughter, and mother-in-law and grandmother like plates in the
air. I’m praying I can catch them all in sure, strong, loving hands… like she
used to.
Sorry, I missed my blog deadlines this week. But, I was
where I should be and doing what I should have been doing. Life is like that
sometimes. It narrows down to a pinpoint… and then expands to every corner of
the room.
And, God saw that it was good.
See you next week… on time I should think.
deb
2 comments:
dear mom,
you are my hero.
Thank you, Joshua. And you are mine...
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