Dad and I planted herbs in my garden yesterday. He has dreams of making his own garden. Three years ago he had ten acres of fruit trees, vegetable gardens, grape vines, and fish ponds that he cared for. I feel so sorry for him. He worked so hard, and it’s as if nobody cares. I think nobody cares. In this life of living in my guest room, Dad continues to find his own joy everyday. I imagine I would be depressed. But Dad really does live in the moment. He actually lets go of the past, accomplishments and failures. For these past months, he’s wanted to reminisce, telling me stories of his childhood, of the things he’s proud of. I usually can’t find the energy to reply with the kind of enthusiasm a parent would show a child expressing their pride, but I always listen. At dinner yesterday Dad commented on my slowly blooming amaryllis, comparing it to a hibiscus flower in his youth that he drew and for which he won second place in a school contest. I nodded, and added that amaryllis is more closely related to the lily, as are orchids, like the ones we saw at the botanical garden. He was quiet for a moment then said that my cousin’s wife would know. He put his fork down to ask me, “You didn’t study botany, did you?” I shook my head and put another bite of food in my mouth. I have three degrees, all in the sciences.
As much as I’ve done these past few months, my brother will have the hardest job – moving Dad into a nursing home. Today we go to the lawyer’s to sign all the forms. Last checkbox on my list. Then I just need to get him on the plane, with all his luggage. I don’t think I’ll exhale until I get into my brother’s car.
I’m comfortable doing all the things I’ve done for Dad. I’m also okay not being any kind of emotional support for him. I’m not built that way. I’ve done what I can, and I’m at peace with it. I visit my mother regularly. I do her shopping when she needs it, I’ve found help for her to manage the property, and I communicate regularly with her, by phone or text. I’m also comfortable with what I’ve done for her, and am at peace saying “No” when she asks for more. I’m looking forward to returning my focus to my own life, nurturing my plants and relationships. I’ve changed. I’m a little more mature. I’m a little less angry. I’ve stepped back from my insular perspective and am willing to consider a bigger picture. Instead of projecting my own, I’d like to be more curious about other’s.
I feel less inclined to give my time and attention to people I don’t want to. Not every comment deserves a response. People can figure things out for themselves. There is nothing wrong with keeping myself at the top of my priority list. I owe nobody anything. Except myself. I owe my body nourishment and exercise, and my mind creative stimulation. Studies have shown that it’s not minimizing stress that lengthens one’s life, rather managing it and using that stress to level up. I’ve learned so much these past few months. It’s been hard, but I think I’m a better person for it. Still, I’m glad it’s almost over.