Taking care of others starts early for me as my mother is chronically ill as I grow up. My time is spent playing with paper dolls and my memory card game on the floor next to her bed. I am the one who is available to get food, water and the medicine that she needs while my father is working and my sisters are at school.
My first job is babysitting for the five children next door. This teaches me lessons in first-aid and developing nerves of steel as the typical childhood accidents take place while I am in charge.
It never feels like it is an option or a choice to become a caregiver. It is just what I do, it is who I am. Caregiving is a thread woven within every fiber of my being and it feels as natural as breathing.
I don’t know why I always run in without ever contemplating my options. Why is it that when looking around the room I can sense those who are hurting or lonely? Sickness or the darkness of grief to me is not a reason to run, rather a reason to enter into the sacredness of helping someone.
Strangers entrusting me with their physical, emotional and spiritual care at a time in their lives when they are struggling and feeling vulnerable, reminds me that caregiving is a “calling.”
Either as a nurse or in my personal life, I take on the world and jump in with two feet to help others, often times finding myself overextended.
Years later, the price I pay for that decision is burnout. Evidence shows in head and neck aches, exhaustion and the frustration that no one else is there to relieve me.
I am forced to step back because I can’t keep this up. I now have to think about the ways in which I need to take care of myself so there is something left to give others. My body is ageing and the chronic stress of being everything to everyone is taking a toll.
So, what can I do?
Reintroduce JOY into my life, using simple, inexpensive ways to take care of ME.
• I begin and end the day in prayer – letting go and letting God.
• Practicing yoga even if that means twenty minutes a few times a week.
• Getting outside everyday even if it’s just to walk the dog.
• I notice the beauty in everyday things, the sunset, and the clouds, the animals that run in my yard, the flowers and trees.
• Listening to my favorite songs and dancing.
• Making time for conversations with friends, spontaneous outings.
• Lighting candles and dimming the lights.
• Sipping a cup of “joy” in the form of a hot chai latte.
• Finding ways to laugh.
• Planning time away from all types of media.
What are the five most important lessons I have learned about caregiving?
• I cannot take the pain and anxiety away from the experience of another’s life.
• Doing my best at any given time is all that I can hope to accomplish.
• Guilt wastes time and energy killing your spirit, so silence negative thoughts.
• I do not have to be a one woman show; there are others that can help. Teaming up distributes the stress as well as the caregiving.
• Sometimes we caregivers enable those we care for – I now ask myself, what is mine to do?
I would love to hear from you as to the ways in which you are learning how to care for yourself as you care for others. What are the lessons that you have learned from being a caregiver?[Image Credit: http://drleonardcoldwell.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/elderlyAndyoung.jpg]
Kathy Czarniak is a widow, caregiver, and blogger who operates the website http://greetgrief.com/