Having walked on roads, you are yet to see,
May be I’ve seen life a little more than thee?
Every wrinkle is an experience I’ve lived through
Have seen a lot more sunrises and hurricanes too
I’ve held your hand, I’ve helped you walk
I’ve been with you when you learned to talk
Spent many sleepless nights when you are sick
Chose family over career, when I had to pick
Fulfilled my responsibilities of a parent to a child
It was my duty, my priority and I did it all in stride
I was not dependent, until my mind was sane
I don’t know if you realise, I’m now a child again
My insecurities are humongous, can you understand?
I can’t do things alone, I need a helping hand
Taking care is not giving me a room or two,
Demanding me to live the way you want me to!!
Taking care is to empathise, settle if there’s strife
Help me live and let me enjoy the last leg of life!
You whinge that I have high expectations from you
Truth is, you know not, what I truly want from you
Few minutes of your day, can you sit by my side
Ask me how I am, keeping everything else aside
Empathise, Show me your love, show me that you care
Now when I am alive, not on my empty chair…
“The last two lines in bold is my response to Akanksha’s Twenty Word Tuesday prompt: Support
I’m not at all against children who send their parents to old age homes. In fact it may be a very good option to both sides. With old age comes health issues. Both physical and psychological. The insecurities creep in. They realise that they are no more capable of doing the tasks they used to do few years ago. It’s hard to accept for some. Their frustrations and worries come out in different ways and for the children, who’s life is filled with stress all together, it may be too much to take. I think we should keep reminding ourselves to be patient and empathetic while talking to them. We should make it a point to spend some quality time and hear them out, even if what they speak doesn’t make sense to us, even if our advices for them are not implemented, even if they go ahead and do things which we had warned them against doing, even if they do ANYTHING against our wish. They are our parents, we dint chose them. They have cared for us. However they are, they are ours! It’s our responsibility to support them when they are kids again.
Wrote this post with my emotions overflowing seeing an old aunt go through a rough patch. Hope it makes sense! Thanks for reading