My dad is 84 years old and rapidly declining in his cognitive ability. Although it isn’t new, I’m still wrapping my head around this reality. It started slowly, little signs here and there so it was easy to ignore for awhile. The truth is, it was convenient for me to be hopeful that it would be temporary. That it wasn’t serious. That the decline continuous, albeit slow.
So even though I noticed that my dad could use new sneakers, I ignored it. The reasons are many, he said they were fine and he manages to get around in them.
I’m not sure what finally prompted me to look for suitable sneakers and order them this week. Turns out it was in the nick of time. Although Dad protested that he didn’t need new sneakers, he didn’t fight me when I told him he would be wearing the new pair. When I picked up his old pair to discard, I realized that the heels on both sneakers had completely broken off. There was no way he was walking around in them.
Why didn’t he tell me that he needed new sneakers? Why did he protest just now? I should have guessed sooner since I had seen a pair of white sneakers that he never wears in front of the door this past week.
And this story of Dad’s sneakers is his life and my relationship with him. I start seeing signs of a problem but ignore for as long as I can. He doesn’t see signs at all until he’s faced with it. He will find his own solution when he can, even if means he’s wearing uncomfortable sneakers that he hasn’t worn in years. I will finally get the motivation to do something and then feel guilty that I didn’t do it sooner.
I thought I left some of that parental guilt that always hovered around me as a working mom of 2 younger children. Now it’s back as I’ve become the primary caregiver for my dad. In the end, not having time, saying my dad’s difficult to deal with when making changes, having too much other stuff going on with my life are all excuses, right? I want to have as little regret as possible when he’s gone. So I’m trying to be better, do better.