February First; Considering What Love Is

The month of love.

This morning I was up early even though Molly didn’t bark needing to go outside. I had promised my mother that I would drive her to take her little dog to be groomed. It was the first time the pup had been in my car and was genuinely confused. But, her mom was there so she was fine and really well behaved.
I had no idea exactly where we were going. I knew the first half of the trip but had to rely on mom’s directions for the second half. Which was going fine until I had to change lanes and the car behind me didn’t want to allow that. I’m glad I saw that driver’s move and was able too get back out of the way. Once they were past me I moved over to make the next turn.

We pulled into the parking area for the groomer’s and found the only remaining parking spot. Thankfully there was plenty of room for mom to get out of the car. We took her pup inside and was greeted by the groomer. She was incredibly nice, telling mom to just be back at twelve. I glanced over to see a large labradoodle who appeared unhappy that her time was being interrupted.

Leaving, I was happy that I actually recalled all the turns. Let’s see if I can do that when I take her back for her pup.

Showing love, doesn’t always have to be expensive or elaborate. It can be shown through acts of caring, being the driver, cooking a meal, sending a card. Remembering a special moment or a sad one. Simply being there in a moment of need.

My parents spend the greater part of their time at home. Neither of them drive much any more, only when it is necessary or no one else is available. When I take mom somewhere, she talks, a lot. Sometimes complaining, sometimes wondering aloud about events, sometimes wishing it were warmer or cooler or we would get rain or any other variation of the weather that we are not having at the moment. But she has no one else to vent to so I listen.

I watch my son every time he is around his grandparents. He follows close, he helps them in or out of the car, making sure they don’t stumble on his watch. His grandfather asks a lot of him, and he may roll his eyes and procrastinate, but in the end, he does everything that is asked and a few things that aren’t.

Am I bragging on us? No. Because we are not alone in taking care of them. We are not alone in the taking care of older parents. Not only that, there are many who take care of family members who are differently abled and need assistance. Parents taking care of children who no matter their age, will always need some level of care.

Love, is being there for each other. It may be annoying at times, but we get up and we do what is needed anyway. We may not be able to do ourselves what is needed, but we seek those who can or get them to those who have the time, talent, tools, ability needed.

Love is listening. Not offering advice. Not trying to educate or change, just listening. An occasional uh huh, may be needed.

Love is understanding. It is realizing that sometimes life makes things difficult. People age and can no longer do all the things they once did without thought. It is realizing that bodies become frail, balance and strength suffer. It is understanding that they are unhappy about needing help, seeing the changes when they once were capable of doing on their own.

Love, is patience. It is waiting as they struggle to remember a word. It is taking slower steps when you walk. It is taking that fourteenth call of the day to hear the same story or news or complaint.

Love, is knowing how blessed you are to have family members with you, especially as they age, and being grateful.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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