Caring for Parents

Nothing I write here will be new or original. I know that.

Caring about and for my parents is different than I expected, and I just want to get off this adult bus. I came to my hometown to check on my mom last night, and I'm staying tonight too. I realized they needed help with cleaning and I don't want to see my mom doing any of it, if I could help it, this week. So I stayed today, watched the football game and spent time with them. After the game, laundry, vacuuming, mopping ensued. Then heating up dinner and clean up.

This is what I do at home. And I'm doing it here. And I still have to do it at home. But I don't feel angry about it, I am just doing it. This is what adult children who are caring for their parents do. This is what Indian children do. My mom would be doing it for her mother if she were in India. It's a curious thing, caring for people that cared for you. It's sort of like I'm in that Benjamin Button movie and it doesn't feel real. However - what I know is that God gave me this family, appointed this time for this purpose, and this is what I'm doing.