Moving the Toothbrush
I am always one for fresh opportunities. I remember reading a few years ago that as we age we should challenge ourselves a little more each day to keep that vital creative spark going. Sleep on a different side of the bed. Move the toothbrush to the other side of the sink. And suit up and show up if something interests us.
I had a call the other day from an acquaintance.
"Would you be interested in a few hours of a different type of work from time to time?"
"Well... if it doesn't involve housework, maybe yes."
"The situation is this. You remember my elderly mother?"
"Oh yes! Mabel is delightful!"
"Well, she feels the same about you and she's staying with us now and we need the odd break in town so would you be able to companion her during those times, we would pay you, of course."
"With advance notice I don't see a problem."
"And I should also mention she is showing early signs of Alzheimer's or dementia. This is heart breaking for us all."
"Not a problem, maybe I can read to her, or see what she'd like to do."
Aging fascinates me. I love my elderly friends. What is elderly to me now? Over 80. Mabel is in her late eighties. I know that both physical failing and less mental agility can strike quite suddenly. Days are precious as we age. There are no guarantees.
I am so fortunate I am healthy enough to provide this kind of service. I even thought of a business name "Elders for Elders". Many have told me that most young minders can't relate at all to elder needs. And I want to learn. About me.
Yes, moving the toothbrush. I think I can do it.