Since turning 30 in March, I have been contemplating what it means to age. When you’re a kid and you reach your teens years, it has no meaning and doesn’t have much of an impact beyond the process of going through puberty and gaining new ‘rights’ for becoming older. It’s like a reward to have your birthday as each year brings you closer to finally achieving that glorious ’18’ which is accompanied by the freedom to do as you will. That’s all gone now. Now I’m concerned about aging and after hiring a care giver from carersinthehome.co.uk for my own aging mother, I’ve realized I have taken so much for granted.
I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to live a life where I do not value every moment. It’s all so very precious and so very limited. As we grow older our bodies begin to betray us to the ravages of time. It has been incredibly painful watching my mother have to go through this as she has become more easily ill and far more frail than she once had. To see her become vulnerable due to her age is nothing short of heartbreaking for me and I know it must be so very hard for her.
She has always been a vain, proud woman. These traits have naturally given rise to an extreme stubbornness which resulted in having to practically beg her to understand her need for a care giver. She definitely has no desire and will absolutely refuse the idea of going into a retirement home so this was clearly the next best course of action for her. I wish I could do more to make her life easier there is just nothing that I am able to do due to the demands of work and my own life.