Next in Our Community Caregiving Journal: Blow, View, Root


Next in Our Community Caregiving Journal: Blow, View, Root

Our next three words for our Community Caregiving Journal are:


You can write about each separately in three separate posts. You can write about all three in one post. You can write sentences using all three words. Or, if you prefer, you can share your prose by leaving a comment, below. In essence, you can write about the words in the way that feels right for you.

Here’s how our Community Caregiving Journal work: Every Wednesday, I’ll post three new words for you to write about. Don’t worry about keeping up every week if that seems too difficult. Just write about any of the words whenever you can. Members of can contribute by writing a blog post. (When you write posts for our Community Caregiving Journey, select “Community Caregiving Journal” as the category.) And, visitors to can contribute by writing in our comments section, below.

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My views changed from the early days of caregiving, there were joy and delight in having my Mom live with us. Mom was great with our son, they were the best of buddies, they played catch, colored together, took walks and spent many days playing on the swing set together. \r\nAs I became entrenched in the caregiver role I no longer viewed the journey as one of delight. Behavior difficulties came into play, I saw my son develop negative reactions towards his grandmother as he grew older. This was really hard watching the relationships in our home deteriorate, the frustration and anger became overwhelming at times, my view was that of doom and gloom. \r\n\r\n I decided enough, I had to find a way to bring joy into my home and the lives of my loved ones. I went back to basics, we all needed quiet time and space. I blew off my meditation practice., there just didn't seem to be enough time in the day. I needed to get to the basic things in life that made me happy. Taking Mom out for a walk before my son came home from school helped us both. I began my walking meditation and Mom got in her exercise, often times moving at a pace that I struggled to keep up with. The freshness of being outdoors made her happy. As we walked I would think how lucky the trees were to have such strong roots. I became determined that the roots from my ancestors were holding strong and just like the trees that weathered the storms, I too would weather through the caregiving journey/