Nothing warms my heart like the very elderly folks that come into the busy doctor’s office that I work for, accompanied by their son or daughter (or sometimes both). Dressed to the nines with their hair done and their cloths pressed yet hardly able to function and walk on their own. Knowing that their children are taking care of them, washing and pressing their cloths, taking them to get their hair done, loving them the way God commanded. To all the adults out in the world caring for your parents, you have my total respect and best regards. May God bless you in every way! The care, concern and respect with which you treat your parents humbles me and brings tears to my eyes.
Because the elderly folks that come in wearing dirty cloths, looking like they haven’t had a bath in days with their hair standing on end, or limp with oil and grime…break my heart. I can’t tell you how many times a week it’s all I can do to get thru checking out these poor elderly folks that are somehow strapped with uncaring, unloving, mean adult children that feel like they are “stuck” with them. How very much I want to walk around my desk and take them by the hand and tell them that they matter, that they are important, that God loves them. And on the flip side, how I want to slap some sense into their children and remind them that someday that burden of their elderly parent will be gone and they won’t have their precious old wrinkled soft hand to hold or their tired faded eyes to look into. How that very parent likely sacrificed for them and cared for them, wiping their tears and their butts, carrying them to school and to dance and to football or just working hard to keep a roof over their ungrateful, obnoxious heads.
To every adult caring for their elderly parent or parents…my hats of to you a million times over!
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