When you are cheering or yelling at the boys on the field remember they have practiced in 100+ degree Temps in full gear.
They All play to win. But remember to cheer them on no matter the score. There are no words to say after a hard loss. Just be there. The competition is good for them. But remember it is these young men playing not you!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
I thought I was ready....
I thought I was ready for Tori to move. I'm not.
I am near tears as I type this. I feel as if I'm not needed. I've raised her to be independent. I just worry about life choices.
What if she gets sick? What if she doesnt have groceries and not eating properly. Will she lock her doors? Will she study? What type of friends will be over there?
What if I've missed something in teaching? I'm just sick with worry and sadness. I guess Im being silly.
People tell me I won't worry as much - that I will enjoy visits and raids on our refrigerator.
I hope so.
Now her brother on the other hand is looking forward to it. Ha ha! He said "mom she's never home, she makes messes and is grouchy all the time!" Ahhh the love between brother and sister.
I've had so many changes of late...just overwhelming!
I am near tears as I type this. I feel as if I'm not needed. I've raised her to be independent. I just worry about life choices.
What if she gets sick? What if she doesnt have groceries and not eating properly. Will she lock her doors? Will she study? What type of friends will be over there?
What if I've missed something in teaching? I'm just sick with worry and sadness. I guess Im being silly.
People tell me I won't worry as much - that I will enjoy visits and raids on our refrigerator.
I hope so.
Now her brother on the other hand is looking forward to it. Ha ha! He said "mom she's never home, she makes messes and is grouchy all the time!" Ahhh the love between brother and sister.
I've had so many changes of late...just overwhelming!
A Poem
My friend Diane sent this to me in an email...I do not know where it originated...if it is true, etc...but it really touched me and I know it will you.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
WHEN I LEFT THIS MORNING.....
When I left this morning mom was......can you guess?????
Mopping!!!!
ha ha ha
She had a good night and seems to be having a good day.
Praise the Lord!
Mopping!!!!
ha ha ha
She had a good night and seems to be having a good day.
Praise the Lord!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Thankful
I am thankful for the rain showers we are getting right now!
I am thankful for a full nights sleep last night.
I am thankful mom had a good day.
I am thankful for God's provision.
I am thankful for The Cross.
I am thankful for a full nights sleep last night.
I am thankful mom had a good day.
I am thankful for God's provision.
I am thankful for The Cross.
Whoo hoo!
We made it to both am and pm services yesterday! Hopefully we can do Sunday School soon.
She enjoyed both services. So did I!
Crosspointe is awesome!
Mom has had a few good days. Yeah!!!
She enjoyed both services. So did I!
Crosspointe is awesome!
Mom has had a few good days. Yeah!!!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Tori
Tori my baby girl has decided she wants to move in with friends.
I have raised her to be independent. To work hard. Now it is time for her to fly with those wings.
I'm so proud of her. She seems to be gone more than home lately but I will miss pony tail holders, flip flops, and drinking glasses in weird places.
Pray with me for her to make wise choices, to focus on school, to be true to herself and what she has been taught.
Tori, I love you. You will always have a home.
I have raised her to be independent. To work hard. Now it is time for her to fly with those wings.
I'm so proud of her. She seems to be gone more than home lately but I will miss pony tail holders, flip flops, and drinking glasses in weird places.
Pray with me for her to make wise choices, to focus on school, to be true to herself and what she has been taught.
Tori, I love you. You will always have a home.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Best she could......
Tonight after dinner I went outside to sweep off porch and patio. Mom stayed inside and got it in her head to clean.
I think she dusted, swept, mopped. It really looked okay... But whatever!
I came in from outside and then is what she said ..,,"Lord Becky, I did the best I could with your house. "
Ha ha ha
I think she dusted, swept, mopped. It really looked okay... But whatever!
I came in from outside and then is what she said ..,,"Lord Becky, I did the best I could with your house. "
Ha ha ha
Trapped and other stuff
Mom seemed like she was trapped deeper into her mind yesterday. I couldn't figure out where she was.
If you are reading this and you are at the beginning of caring for a person with Alzheimer's or something similar...
They will answer no to everything. No they are not hungry and you know they haven't eaten.. Fix something anyway and sit down with them! Don't walk away keep them company as they eat.
You know they have taken their medicine you gave it to them and watched them swallow... But they will argue .. Distract them and say it is not time. Heck if you have to get some small candies and give that to them. Worked for me the other day. Smarties look like medicine.
Bath time.. Tell them you are going out. And if you have to go get a coke or ice cream afterwards as a treat.
Give them something to do. They need to feel useful, helpful and wanted. I blew this one last night because I was tired and just wanted to sit down . Mom likes to clean.
Forgive yourself if you mess up. Move forward.
Don't stress over the small stuff.
If you are reading this and you are at the beginning of caring for a person with Alzheimer's or something similar...
They will answer no to everything. No they are not hungry and you know they haven't eaten.. Fix something anyway and sit down with them! Don't walk away keep them company as they eat.
You know they have taken their medicine you gave it to them and watched them swallow... But they will argue .. Distract them and say it is not time. Heck if you have to get some small candies and give that to them. Worked for me the other day. Smarties look like medicine.
Bath time.. Tell them you are going out. And if you have to go get a coke or ice cream afterwards as a treat.
Give them something to do. They need to feel useful, helpful and wanted. I blew this one last night because I was tired and just wanted to sit down . Mom likes to clean.
Forgive yourself if you mess up. Move forward.
Don't stress over the small stuff.
2:00 am
Like clockwork I wake up at this time every morning and so does mom!
She has gone back to bed but my mind turns in what seems like 100 different directions. The how to's, what if's, the to do list.
Prayerfully I will go back to sleep soon. I will watch crime tv that seems to be my sleeping pill!
She has gone back to bed but my mind turns in what seems like 100 different directions. The how to's, what if's, the to do list.
Prayerfully I will go back to sleep soon. I will watch crime tv that seems to be my sleeping pill!
Friday, July 27, 2012
Paint chips at Walmart
Tori watched mom for me after Melecia left and took Sam to football. This gave me a precious hour or so of time away.
I ended up just walking around Walmart looking at paint colors. We plan to do our room next. Steve is going to take the samples to another source where he gets a discount.
That being said my brief time away from reality was a gift!
I ended up just walking around Walmart looking at paint colors. We plan to do our room next. Steve is going to take the samples to another source where he gets a discount.
That being said my brief time away from reality was a gift!
One of those
I will become one of those! I plan to mow grass in the morning. You know the type..the one that makes your neighbors cringe! It's worse than the yard sale neighbor!
Who am I?
Tonight I don't feel like a good mom. I don't feel as if I'm a good wife. Or friend, sister or daughter.
I'm tired. I'm exhausted to the point I can't think straight!
A lot on my mind. Mom, my marriage , kids, finances, and a job I know I need that- I'm blessed to have but I'm not happy at.
And darn it I need a haircut and color to cover roots.
I'm tired. I'm exhausted to the point I can't think straight!
A lot on my mind. Mom, my marriage , kids, finances, and a job I know I need that- I'm blessed to have but I'm not happy at.
And darn it I need a haircut and color to cover roots.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
ALZHEIMER CAREGIVER
As a caregiver I am my mom's voice. Sometimes that is hard to do.
Sometimes it is hard for doctors, nurses to accept. But when you spend so much time with a person, taking care of them, watching them, etc...you know them really well. And mom is like a child.
That being said...do not be afraid to let your loved one's doctor know what is going on, what works, what you are doing, what you don't want to do, etc. They see them in the office for maybe 10 minutes if we are lucky.
I am blessed that our doctor listens, cares, etc. But some do not have that. I would drop that doctor faster than a hot potato.
Sometimes it is hard for doctors, nurses to accept. But when you spend so much time with a person, taking care of them, watching them, etc...you know them really well. And mom is like a child.
That being said...do not be afraid to let your loved one's doctor know what is going on, what works, what you are doing, what you don't want to do, etc. They see them in the office for maybe 10 minutes if we are lucky.
I am blessed that our doctor listens, cares, etc. But some do not have that. I would drop that doctor faster than a hot potato.
MOM AND THE DISHWASHER
The other day mom called my name....
"Becky come in here - there is water every where in the cabinet"
I rush in there....
She had opened the dishwasher mid cycle - it was full of water - and of course it is under the cabinet.
She was trying to drain it cup by cup.
ha ha ha ha ha
"Becky come in here - there is water every where in the cabinet"
I rush in there....
She had opened the dishwasher mid cycle - it was full of water - and of course it is under the cabinet.
She was trying to drain it cup by cup.
ha ha ha ha ha
DUST MOP
My mother loves loves to Dust Mop. She will take the little mop and just mop for an hour or more. (I don't know what that says about my floors - but hey - whatever works to help her!)
She also has taken to carrying a cloth around and wiping down pictures and furniture.
She has always been an awesome house cleaner - you could literally eat off her floors. (Mine aren't there...yet!)
She also has taken to carrying a cloth around and wiping down pictures and furniture.
She has always been an awesome house cleaner - you could literally eat off her floors. (Mine aren't there...yet!)
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Child support
I have tried never to bash Tori and Sam's dad.... He is their dad. Steve and I have encouraged then to call, write, email, invite, etc. He and his parents. They are no longer babies so I don't do it for them. But he is reaping what he has sown...they have learned not to expect much. Sam is more forgiving than Tori-so there is still a chance. The relationship they have or don't have with him is totally separate from child support. They want him to call or send a card. They don't want gifts they just want and need time and love from him.
But their dad has made some selfish choices...not even trying. We just wanted to see effort...but have seen none!
Now legally he is in trouble. He needs to catch up and call in.
I hate controversy. We understand he has other children, a wife and responsibilities but if mine were living with him..,he'd have to support them. We honestly just wanted to see effort but as I said before we have seen none. I have prayed he would do right or make an attempt at it.
But now I'm allowing the courts to handle it. Prayerfully resolution will come soon.
But their dad has made some selfish choices...not even trying. We just wanted to see effort...but have seen none!
Now legally he is in trouble. He needs to catch up and call in.
I hate controversy. We understand he has other children, a wife and responsibilities but if mine were living with him..,he'd have to support them. We honestly just wanted to see effort but as I said before we have seen none. I have prayed he would do right or make an attempt at it.
But now I'm allowing the courts to handle it. Prayerfully resolution will come soon.
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