Thought I would share this … I read it somewhere years ago and it really touched me.
Letter from a Mother to her Child:
“My dear child, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad, and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a child?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, sweetheart, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day.
The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my wonderful child. ”
Having had a parent who was ill and slowed down sooner than they would have liked, I can tell you that having patience and perspective with aging parents makes a world of difference and transforms those frustrating moments into tender bonding moments that you will cherish always.
From my kitchen table to yours,
(This piece was originally written as a letter from Mother to daughter but I changed it to be to a child as I have two boys and thought it applied equally to both genders.)