Like an elephant

 I've never really appreciated it.

Being told I have a memory like an elephant.  And how do we know that an elephant has a good memory? I googled that question and could have spent much more time than I want to devote to this column learning all the ways that people who study the socialization of animals have discovered that elephants remember. And since elephants live for a long time, it stands to reason that they remember for a long time as well.

I mean, really, who wants to be anything like a huge mammal, with big ears and a long trunk? I'd rather be. . . well, I don't really know what I would rather be. AND no one said I LOOK like an elephant.

Sounds like someone is being a tad sensitive. However, I do have a good memory.

Sometimes I love that about myself.  Sometimes it makes me sad.  Like everyone, I have good and bad memories.

This week, a friend sent me an encouraging text.  He said that he had read that only one in 100 persons alive today has something called HSAM - Highly superior autobiographical memory. It was further noted that some people can remember practically every day of their lives since childhood.

He ended his text with "you are blessed".

I was reflecting on that several hours later, and I suddenly remembered something I did long ago that will hopefully provide a solution to an issue I am currently facing.

And having a memory like an elephant took on a whole new meaning.  Besides, sometimes elephants are right cute.  I wanted to include a photo of Dumbo - but didn't want to break any copyright laws.

Just use your imagination.

And in the meantime, 

             May you have enough sunshine in your life 

                                            to help you appreciate the shadows

You'll like being a big sister

My mother was the "big" sister to Thelma, Carolyn, Ann, and Beth.  She liked that role for the rest of her life.  And sometime in 1950 she began to tell me that I was going to like being a big sister We have heard her tell about this day many times.  Her trip to the delivery room, daddy's happiness in a second little girl.  And I remember a ride in an ambulance with a baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. 

That baby was my little sister. The one my mother had been telling me about.

I don’t remember being jealous.

However, I know that I wrote on the back of the living room sofa.

That little sister, Cindy, says that her coming into my life was the beginning of my creativity.

We spent the next eight years enjoying life. We did fun things. We did some things we shouldn’t have.

Once, I took her on a walk over to see our grandma. A friend called Mother and told her that she saw us walking on Ryar Road. We would have had to walk across the Glendale Community Church property. We were switched with a branch by the back door step. I would have been 6 when that happened.

It was also about this time that we broke a lamp in the living room. I was chasing her as we climbed across the back of a chair. She’s the one who caused the crash —

Mother was not home. She took me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I was still snubbing. I asked her if Daddy told her that Cindy broke the lamp.

“Daddy told me that you and Cindy broke the lamp”.    I still say, “She’s the one who went over the chair when the lamp fell.”

Oh well.

We lived in Sans Souci when Cindy fell off her bike and just knew her arm was broken. She came running in, saying, “Paula, pray, pray, pray.”  Of course, it was broken.

For the rest of our lives, when something happens to either of us, we say "Pray, pray, pray".

We have both experienced happiness and sorrow. When something is happening, we always get through it together.

Cindy has been an incredible support to me. When I came home in 1982, she and Robert were amazing in their love and care for me and my children. When I remarried, she and Robert were the witnesses. When Rich died, she came immediately.

In the 27 years since then, she has continued to encourage and help me and most of all pray for me and for others!

That's where she the most like our mother.  Which makes me quite thankful that. . . 

          May you have enough sunshine in your life 

                                    to help you appreciate the shadows

A cup of tea

"You are a caregiver."

I appreciated the words of my friend, the Rev. Joe Gibbes.  

I think I was born to be a caregiver.  My grandparents and my parents certainly were, and most of the time, I embrace it.

However. . .  

No matter how kind and caring a person is, the person who is in the role of "being cared for" reacts...and the caregiver feels like a failure. That's how I felt yesterday when my client told me I talk too much -- I didn't know how to make a cup of tea -- and that she wanted me to leave! Did I learn anything?

Hum

She asked me why I talk so much. I was trying to make conversation - one of the reasons I am there.

I sat in silence and enjoyed my cup of tea - and then she told me I should leave.

I was pretty bummed.

Of course, this morning, my devotional began with "Whatever yesterday held, today is a fresh chance to sing of God's faithfulness. Begin your day with praise—His strength and love will carry you through."

I'm making an effort to find the good in this...rather than be bogged down, feeling like I failed.

Because I was "sent home" yesterday, I had time to finish another project, so my day ended on a better note.

And I have a different client today.  She can't hear, but she loves to communicate, and she has a whiteboard. That's a great reminder of the times we did that with our mother.

I am also going to endeavor to remember that yesterday's client is struggling with the place she is in life today. And I am going to make an effort to remember how pleasant she can be - and was last week as she anticipated celebrating her birthday. 

I do think I have those gifts -- because, despite feeling rejected, I'm thinking and planning for our next visit.

After all  — it’s not about the caregiver!!!  And next week I'm going to ask her to show me how to make a cup of tea.

                    May you have enough sunshine in your life 

                                    to help you appreciate the shadows