At the end of some days the job itself might leave me worn physically, mentally, emotionally or hell, even spiritually, sometimes.
But there are those rare times, though sporadic, they are so much more enormous
When I find myself aiding someone who is able to hang on to a moment of clarity long enough to tell me that I have made a tremendous difference in their world.
That I have helped them clutch onto hope that they thought was gone in the reassurance that it’s all going to be okay no matter what happens.
That I make it so they aren’t afraid while I’m with them–
That’s what keeps me going.
That’s why I don’t break.
It’s how I know I’m in the right field.
Because no matter how exhausted I am
My heart stays, even grows more, compassionate and understanding-
And the people I help can still feel it.
They keep me valued, humbled and encouraged.
Alas not made to be a caregiver hate it, retired to enjoy life.
I guess prayer is what keeps me going. Some days I need more prayers then other days. I pray to be the best caregiver I could be for my loved ones…I pray to keep having strength to keep moving forward.
I agree
Yes, prayer definitely helps!!!
My husbands needs it just comes second nature to always be there and do and my Dad, it does however take prayer on a daily basis because it is hard.