Dear Caregivers

Dear Caregivers

Dear Caregivers,

I was just talking about you all today with a friend. Thinking of how you have loved someone sacrificially, possibly for years. Maybe even decades. Yet even if it’s been minutes you’ve been there for a loved one, here you are, caring for someone who can’t return the same. They might love you, but maybe they don’t even know it anymore. They might be that far out of your grasp. Or perhaps the relationship just isn’t what it once was. You are in a caregiver role, and everything has changed. The world’s upside down. You never asked for it. Neither did your loved one. So you choose the best in every single day, and you hold on even when your heart is breaking and you want to cry out that this wasn’t what you expected.

Kara’s Collection: The Ugly Edge—Christmas Edition

Kara’s Collection: The Ugly Edge—Christmas Edition

From an article originally posted December 24, 2013…

I have a confession. I have a really ugly edge to me that I am not at all proud to confess to you. I would love to be alone in this ugly, but I have a feeling I may not be too lonely on this island. It’s an edge maybe only one person I know can decipher. It may be an edge only the one I love in this life best can see, and over time the little people in my life will soon be able to recognize. I see it as the holidays get closer, I feel the edge creeping into my inside thoughts, spilling into the words that exit the face part of me, and the subtle moments in my days. More than words, it’s really a subtle attitude.

Kara’s Collection: Words! Word! Words! And my news about more words!

Kara’s Collection: Words! Word! Words! And my news about more words!

From an article originally posted December 23, 2013…

What a fantastic weekend! Fire, kids, food, the zoo, dance party, and friends. We have truly celebrated and celebrated our great news. We have worn the kids out, danced their feet off, and truly given thanks for our good news. When we first heard, Ella had a half day and the others had a whole day. We ran up on Ella and rejoiced in the news of no new cancer in my brain. I could immediately see relief on her face. I know she was anxious about my brain. We all were. We went to lunch to celebrate! Food, I remember everything with food.

A Quiet Joy ~ Guest Post by Sara Cormany

A Quiet Joy ~ Guest Post by Sara Cormany

Every morning, she greets me—a quiet joy to meet the breaking of the night.

I peek through her door to see her little face peering over the edge of the crib. Sometimes bright and clear-eyed, waiting for the door to be opened wide. Sometimes a little punch drunk from the sudden snap of an interrupted slumber. But always met with her mama’s Hello, my love!

It is a greeting quickly answered with a half-cocked smile and little arms up as if to say, It’s time!