Sometimes even I forget who I’m dealing with. The other day I asked Dean to help me remember an appointment I had the next day: Eleven o’clock at the insurance office. I knew it would be right after his nurse and bath aide would be here, and I was hoping I wouldn’t get so busy around the house that I’d forget the appointment.
But after a couple of hours of Dean asking me repeatedly what he was supposed to help me remember, I knew how foolish it had been to give a memory-challenged person such a task. He was trying so hard to carry my burden of remembering that I just couldn’t come down hard on him, although my patience was wearing pretty thin about it.
Finally, we both just had a big laugh about the futility of my assignment, and it suddenly lifted his burden of remembering and gave me an alternative to screaming at him.
Bless his heart, he still remembered even the next day that I had something to do at eleven o’clock. He couldn’t remember what, but at least he remembered to remind me. Now, that’s love.
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- Avoiding Self-Pity (caregiving.com)
- The Test (caregiving.com)
- “It’s Too Hard for You” (caregiving.com)