Mothership

Mothership
Location
Kentucky, USA
Birthday
January 04
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Adaptable
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Enjoyable, I would hope...
Bio
A lifelong Midwestern flat-lander, just recently transplanted in Appalachia and loving it! I am an artist and poet by nature; a health care professional by necessity. My greatest privilege is being mother to our stellar muse, Denise Montgomery, and three equally stellar sons.

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JUNE 7, 2009 5:38PM

On Parenting a Parent

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Following her 14th.  hospitalization in an 18 month period, it became glaringly apparent to my siblings and me that our mother was no longer able to safely live alone in her home. Yet, we also agreed that she was too vital to be confined irrevocably in a long-term care facility. Being the eldest of the five and in a life-position that enabled me to move in with her as her companion/ caregiver, I did so, for 2  1/2 years.
 
When I moved in, Mom was on 13 prescription medications. We worked closely with her doctors during that time to detox her central nervous system from all unnecessary drugs and she gradually gained strength, cognition, humor, reason and an increasing resistance to my helping role. When she was deemed healthy and stable enough for solo living, I happily (for both of us) rejoined my own career and life. Mom lived another 5 years and was never institutionalized, until her final days, post emergency surgery. She often told me that I had given her the most valuable gift of all...TIME.
 
Parenting a physically fragile, yet intellectually intact parent can often prove to be challenging. I offer my final conclusion written during the above mentioned cohabitation time with my mother.

As  she  stood  above  my  crib,

did  I  appear  as  fragile  

or  infinitely  beautiful,

as  she  often  does  today?

And  for  every  task

to  which  I  am  called,

had  she  not,  long  before,

pre-paid  in  more  than  full-measure?

When  bone-marrow  exhaustion

seeps  through  cracks

in  my  steely  determination,

when  one  more  interruption

shatters  my  fragile,  hard-won  serenity,

I  must  remember

the  relentless  call  outs,

the  "Moooooooooooooom's!"

to  which,  for  decades,

she  was  a  slave.

True,  she  chose  that  role

and  present  circumstance

has  now  chosen 

for  each  of  us,

yet  the  principle

remains...

one  requires,

one  provides,

continuing  the  dance

and

completing  the  circle.

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Thank you for reminding me, Mothership. I need to bookmark this and return to it often. xoxo
Oh, our moms. Heartbreak and joy, love and loss, gratitude and frustration, so inextricably entwined that its sometimes hard to know where one emotion ends and the next begins.

Thank you for this:

"one requires,

one provides,

continuing the dance

and

completing the circle."
Oh God, you brought tears to my eyes today...... for I am dancing the same dance with my father, this time.
This was very touching, and your poem beautiful. I hope we will find our own caretakers with such heart and soul and concern.

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Well said, Mothership - beautiful and profound as always.
very beautiful, very moving:
"the principle

remains...

one requires,

one provides,

continuing the dance

and

completing the circle."

So deeply true. Thanks. Kisses,
This so beautifully expresses what I was feeling when I took care of my mom in the last years of her life.
cartouche-xoxo back atcha'

hello- dads too...in somewhat different ways

MAWB- We lost dad in pieces, to his 8 year battle with Parkenson's disease ( large muscle coordination, facial expression, eye coordination, speech, swallowing) 9 years ago...and mom two years ago to post-op complications. I know your mother's death is so fresh...my heart goes out to you for your current and ongoing life's end journey with your dad. I'll keep thinking good thought for both of you.

Buffy- We can only hope...highly rated=high praise. From you, much appreciated

Owl-Your brief, meaningful comments consistently lift me

VR- I'll be moving in with you and Mr. Remedy next week. LOL

Marcela- thank you for your empathy

RG- So many of us that return to the "inter-generational family response and responsibility." Wish society valued these ties and sacrifices as well as do our loved ones.
As she stood above my crib,

did I appear as fragile

or infinitely beautiful,

Thank you, mothership. I needed that. Great work.
Hey, Mothership -- I hesitate to tell you how lovely I think this is for fear you'll think I'm merely rewarding you for wading through my placenta post. But this poem (and I am HIGHLY resistant to OS poetry for the most part) really did bring tears to my eyes. My mother is 87 and lives far away, but I go as often as I can and it always breaks my heart. Beautiful post.