Change can be good.
Change can be bad.
But, mostly it often falls somewhere between the two. We're going through a lot of "change" here on the home front. It's initially made for a lot of work and bother, just speaking honestly. However, I find if I pace myself,
The office in our house has now been emptied, which was no small feat. It's also been painted a cotton-candy shade of pink, and on it's way to becoming a nursery. We'd like to have it all in order by the end of January and ready for the sweet granddoll who will join us by the end of March. The carpet has been shampooed, then shampooed again with bleach water. That was one BIG mistake. "Live and learn". Take it from someone who knows, you don't ever want to do this. We're now shopping for a room size area rug. *insert delirious laugh here*
Another big change is coming our way too.
My Mom is coming for an extended visit in late January, and possibly to live with us. There is not much to be done to the house to prepare for her since the guest room stays pretty much "ready". . .My Mom is 83. She has been a "rock" for me in so many ways throughout the years. I love her so very much and there is so much I could say, but I won't for now, other than to say she has been blessed with health and strength her entire life until last October. At that time the thieving hands of dementia began to rob her of what she has clutched tightly- her independence. She is facing HUGE changes, none of which she is happy with. (bad sentence. Sorry.) I want her to be able to live healthy, happy, and independently, but the doctors have said that it is no longer possible for her to live alone. She doesn't understand the reasoning behind the (multiple) doctors findings, so now she is livid with anger towards my sister and and I. She sees us as the "bad guys". This is AWFUL - no way to sugarcoat this part of reality. She's in the hospital in Tulsa at the moment and when the day comes for her to come with me to Louisiana she is going to be distraught and red-hot angry, for who knows how long. When I think about this I cannot even imagine how this will unfold, but one thing she has told me all my adult life is she does not want to ever go into a nursing home. My sister and I are going to try our very best to care for Mom our self. I am totally moving into uncharted territory for me. I admit I have no idea what I am doing, but I have been reading up on the subject of "dementia" and will give it my all.
Did I mention we're going through lots of "changes" here?
I pray for strength, wisdom, understanding, and a sweet spirit as I go forward. I understand I am beginning a new season of life. It always saddens me a bit to move from one life season to another because I dislike the idea of leaving a current season behind, but "God's grace is always sufficient", so on I go!