A Bushel and a Peck


A Bushel and a Peck

bushel and a peckThis morning started out in the typical fashion. Me inhaling my coffee after a much too short night of sleep while quickly checking my email and keeping an eye on my cell phone to see if Dad was starting to stir. I am blessed to be able to have technology at hand to keep an eye on Dad. There is a video camera in his living room and one in his bedroom. Not only can I keep an eye on him in his in-law apartment via an app on my smart phone when I need to be in the other part of the house but I can listen throughout the night to see if he starts struggling to breathe. It doesn't make for a restful night sleep for me, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

My day is off and running, Dad is definitely awake so I am ready to roll. The dogs follow me into his bedroom and I let out a cheery, "Good Morning!!" It's our typical greeting along with a smile and a kiss. We make our way to the bathroom and start our routine which includes scratching his very itchy back. Dad is quiet this morning, and I try to think of what to say. I think of how much I love him and want to share that with him, so I start singing, "I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck!" He is incredulous. He tersely says, "What on earth is there to love? I'm a mess!"

Oh, Dad, how can I make you see past your failing physical state? How can I get you to see the bigger picture of how I have loved you my whole life? He doesn't think about how I've known nothing more than to love him whatever shape he's in. It doesn't matter to me what he's like on the outside, it's always been his gentle spirit, his light-hearted, dry wit, and his love for the Lord and others.

Most of all, though, it's his fierce love for me that would not let my parent's divorce or physical distance keep us apart. The more I pushed him away as a moody adolescent, the more tightly he held on. Now the tables are turned, and I don't mind helping him one bit as he struggles to do basic tasks. Tasks we both used to take for granted. So, I gently repeat what I've said many times before, as tears stream down my cheeks, "Really Dad, I love you just the way you are. I would do anything for you. You are a blessing to me." And I mean it, from the bottom of my heart!

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Oh Deborah! Thanks so much for sharing that. My heart aches for you! I pray that God will soften your mom's heart and give her the clarity that you love her and want to support her. May God give you peace deep in your heart as you care for her, knowing that you are giving her an incredible gift.


You are such a wonderful example of how to love a Dad!!! He is soo blessed to have you caring for him. He reminds me of my dad who would bring my baby sister to visit me even when it was a 4 hour trip! Dad's divorce didn't keep him away from me. . . we bonded even more! We do have some things in common!!


I totally agree with <a href='http://www.caregiving.com/members/frogger16/' rel='nofollow'>@frogger16</a>!! This is such a touching story about how something simple (like a song) can turn into something magnificent--the beautiful reminder of love. \r\n\r\nWishing you many, many songs today.


Thats such a beautiful example of what love is all about Laura! Your Dad is blessed to have you by his side, reassuring him with love. (my DH &amp; I have often sung that song to each, as we fall asleep at night)