“When I get bigger, I want to live with you and Daddy.”
“We would love that, K.”
“I might not have time for myself, but I want to take care of you and Daddy so you won’t go to heaven so quick,” she explained. “I can help you take your medicine and take you places when you have to go out.”
At this point, I started tearing up. I made a similar promise to my mother when I was a child and I kept it. She spent her last years with us and I took care of her during her times of ailing health. It wasn’t always easy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. It was my honor to be her caregiver and it was my way of thanking her for everything she did for me: the sacrifices she made, the love she gave, and her indelible influence on my life.
However, to be honest, being an only child and primary caregiver for an aging parent is a heavy burden to bear alone. Lil’ K is an only child and may find herself in a similar situation. I can only hope that she finds an understanding and supportive husband like I have. It is one of the factors that kept me sane during the toughest moments we faced.
Perhaps Hubby and I will move into an assisted living facility when it’s time. Maybe we’ll be healthy enough to not require much assistance, even if K does decide to move her family in with her elderly parents. Whatever the case, aging is not something I like to ponder — for anyone, but especially not for myself and Hubby.
I will just take the advice from the Bible on this:
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~ Matthew 6:34