It's a Long Climb Up the Caregiving Ladder

Denise

It's a Long Climb Up the Caregiving Ladder

Denise
I was out of town on Sunday night for a training on Monday in Milwaukee. I traveled with two colleagues who I joined for dinner on Sunday night. During dinner, I enjoyed a few beers. As I ordered my beer, I said, "I don't drink anymore because I'm afraid I'll get a midnight phone call about my parents. But, I'm out of town and  not available to help so I'm going to enjoy a beer."

Later that night, I had the oddest dream. My dad and I were climbing steep, rickety ladders. The climb required nerves of steel across suspended ladders which offered no safety net underneath. We climbed and climbed with a mass of other climbers; at times, we needed to fight the thick crowds for space on the ladder rung for our feet. At one point, I said to my dad, "We need to take a break. Let's stop for a few minutes."

And then I woke up.

I shared my dream with my colleagues and then wondered out loud what it meant. And, then, it dawned on me. It's hard work to walk our carees up the ladder to heaven. Because it's hard, it's good to take a break once in awhile and have a beer with friends.