The Faith of her Friends

This week, my dear, fun, strong, goofy, dancing-queen friend, Andrea Smith, shares how she joined my care team and what caregiving means to her. Caregiving . What exactly is it?  Definition: Caregiving is the activity or profession of regularly looking after a child or a sick, elderly, or disabled person. (just a quick google search, lol)  I have always LOVED helping and serving. I love children, I love being able to support other people, but there’s also a deep rooted selfishness and pride that can underlie the outward selflessness. I have been blessed with numerous caregiving positions throughout my life so far and meeting Connie has been one of the biggest blessings over the past couple years.  If I’m being honest, I was super hesitant to meet Connie and start helping her. When my dear friends Abby and Ruth brought it up, I felt like I was much too busy to add *another* thing to my plate. Especially another potentially taxing responsibility, but I was curious. So, I visited and dec

ONE-two-three, ONE-two-three... Move my hand,  Shift my hips Turn my head,  Pull my knee... Sometimes it feels like playing Simon-Says Sometimes it feels like I'm giving commands Sometimes it feels like a video game And sometimes it feels like I'm leading a dance. Five, SIX, seven, EIGHT... Arms up,  Hair brushed Feet flat,  Bed made... It's a rhythm I dance to every day A dance with lead moves that I know by heart But since I can't move, I have to submit While others more able master their part And-a ONE, And-a TWO... Seatbelt on,,  Elbows in Straighten toes in my shoe... I need to be patient as others learn And slow myself down to the leader's pace Instruct, correct, explain, and then repeat If not graceful, at least be full of grace.  - "The Dance," by C.L. Chandler It's been a while since I've written a poem! But this is an idea that has been floating around in my mind for a while, and I thought it best to put it in rhyme and rhythm. This poem