I am an old shoe, shoved to the back of the closet, worn thin and out of style. But in my hay-day I was really something. Your consideration of my needs will polish me and help me to shine again.
I am slowing, not fading. Please give me time to catch up.
I am needy, but not helpless. Allow me to do what I can, and trust me when I say ‘I can’t.’
I am dull in senses but not without feeling. Be gentle with me.
I am less clear mentally, but not stupid. Treat me with respect.
I am fearful, but still hopeful. Protect me and my remaining dreams.
I have less bodily control, but no less dignity. Shield me from embarrassment and teach me things in a way that doesn’t diminish me.
I value the old ways that defined my youth. Please don’t invalidate my long-held beliefs.
You cannot expect me to be who I was. I am changed. But I have not lost ‘it’ and you have not lost me. I am still the mother who carried babies, the man who supported a family, the person who achieved and gave generously of resources. I’m a little more crusty and vague, I admit. But I am still valuable. I hope you see that too.
This post is dedicated to the clients whom I am privileged to work with every day. And to aging people everywhere.
Chaos & Clarity 