A Life Lesson
Hanging out with disabled seniors would never have been on a list of
the things I most wanted to do in my life. Yet, finding myself with
a mom, whom I love more than life itself, becoming a resident at a
long-term care facility in Wilkes County, North Carolina over four
years ago, I was catapulted into this environment through no choice
of my own.
I have to be honest and admit that I didn’t expect my mom’s stay
there to be a life-changing experience for me, but it’s turned out
that way. It’s not because my mom is no longer able to live on her
own, or that the hard decision to put her in a long-term care
facility had to be made. No, those are external changes. The ones
I’m talking about have occurred internally.
For the first couple of years, my mom ate all her meals in her room,
where I would find her when I got off of work. Then one day as I was
heading toward her room, a CNA informed me, “Your mom’s in the
dining room.” Sure enough, that’s where I found her, sitting at a
table with three other ladies. I was pretty surprised, as she hadn’t
mentioned that she was thinking about making this change. And, I
have to admit, I didn’t like the change at first. I was used to the
one-on-one time I got to spend with my mom while she ate dinner in
her room. Now I had to share her with three others who said very
little, and pretty much sat staring at each other.
Little by little, I began warming up to these other ladies, and they
to me. I started learning their names and what they drank with their
dinner. When I felt it helped the CNA’s, I’d get the drinks for
those at my mom’s table, as well as those who sat at the tables
nearby. I began seeing imperceptible smiles as I’d bring the correct
drinks without having to ask what these women wanted. This made them
feel special, and in return, I began to see beyond their
disabilities and the sometimes unattractive physical attributes for
which I was initially turned off by.
As God continues to widen my sphere of meeting and getting to know
residents, especially if it involves getting “up close and personal”
with residents who I didn’t have any desire to know, He is little by
little opening my eyes and my heart to their beauty and their
uniqueness. God has encouraged my heart to become a conduit through
which His love can be demonstrated and felt. And through my
experiences at the facility and with the residents, God has enlarged
my heart and life with greater amounts of patience, acceptance,
understanding and love. I am blessed.
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