Sandwiched Support

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  • September 23, 2025

    Outside Texting In

    You would think I would simply be grateful and I am grateful, but it’s complicated! Mom is home doing well on small amounts of soft foods right now and so far it’s been a good day with me wrapping up at work outside of the home today and Dad holding down the fort at home. He grocery shopped and has helped Mom care for our family dog who hasn’t been feeling the greatest lately (she does show improvements though).

    But late morning today at work I missed a call from our church prayer chain where a recorded message is sent out on a call line and plays repeatedly until you hang up so that you can get all of the information. It’s a great resource so that those who want to pray know how they can do that for someone who is in need (frequent prayer requests are for medical needs and concerns and losses of loved ones and anyone at church can ask for prayer for anyone in the community, sometimes using last names, sometimes not). Very soon after I saw that I had missed the prayer chain call and didn’t get to the voicemail before my mom-in-law texted me that a close extended family member on my husband’s side of the family had a major medical event happen to him earlier today.

    Certainly others have had things happen medically other than Mom recently, but not a lot of family has had something this major that needed immediate surgery at least not that my worried brain is remembering at the moment, since Mom’s initial emergent surgery about a year ago. We do know of medical conditions and treatments that are ongoing for several family members, many of them due to serious medical conditions, but to my knowledge all of those individuals are currently stable at home.

    So lately I have been the medical advocate, the closest family member of the patient, the one hurrying into the hospital on repeat and texting everyone else urgent questions and regular updates. Today I am the friend who also happens to be a relative as two of this man’s daughter-in-laws are my very close friends who I have done a lot of life with. They have been neighbors at one time, part of the church we regularly attend, part of moms’ groups I was part of when my kids were little, part of my baby showers (one was at my wedding shower and played violin at our wedding). We have been friends for decades. One of them was at college with my husband and I, another had me in her wedding. And I am texting them today trying not to intrude, but communicating love, support, and encouragement fully from a small distance.

    I’ve assured them as they assured me when I was going through something similar (but not exactly because I cannot know what this specific situation is like for them) that I will come pick up their kids when they need me, that I have no specific expectations of when they will contact me back if at all, and that I am praying for their family member and am here for them.

    This extended family member is wonderful and truly loved as is his caring and compassionate wife. They lost their youngest son in a terrible accident years ago when we were in college and have been through so very much already and never lost their beautiful faith. They are a true example of loving parents and grandparents and loving people who serve those they care about and the community so selflessly.

    Lately I have been the one sitting by the patient’s bedside texting away to receive support and answers from knowledgeable others. The daughter-in-laws are both nurses and have often been two of my go-to medical people I know who I can go to with questions about Mom.

    Now I sit at my desk in my office with everything caught up waiting to see if I’ll have a walk-in appointment pop up before I leave for the day. And really all I can think about is that the man who married us 20 years ago, the man who we asked to provide baptism for all four of our children, and the man who has a very distinct voice and personality and who can talk to everyone with a focus and a sense of encouragement showing that that person really matters to him is having major surgery and I am waiting away from the hospital. I am not in this waiting room this time.

    I am on the outside of this one, texting in. And I can barely contain my prayers and my questions. And I can hardly remain in my seat. And I know that no matter what happens that it has been and continues to be nothing but the utmost blessing and privilege to know this family member and both the family he comes from and the family he and his wife have built together.

  • September 18, 2025

    Inservice

    Tomorrow is a random inservice day quite early in the school year and our kids have off from public school. There will be two and a half days off in October as well around conferences though they don’t have Columbus Day off in the same week. I see parents on social media talking about this often, that the kids seem to have more and more days off or half days and days that are not as often around holidays. We found ways to have fun. I am writing and posting these posts late and our oldest two sons played their first rounds of 9 holes of golf with Dad which went really well, our third son had the time of his life at an outdoor adventure place with a small group of friends for the friend’s birthday, and I had a big play date at our house with a bunch of my daughter’s friends. Play date went great but it was an all-day commitment. Then I had some tickets for an amusement park that were going to expire so the kids lived their best lives Saturday and then sports Sunday afternoon. Quite often I am choosing between catching up the pages of work I need to enter into the computer and laundry, organizing, and tidying up. I am sitting at soccer practice now catching up the blog posts because I let them lapse last week. Not feeling super well and sometimes it all feels like a lot because in this season, it truly is.

  • July 14, 2025

    In Order to Go Away

    It’s worked out last summer and this summer that my husband and I have taken our four children on a trip for two weeks straight. We have other mini getaways here and there to much closer places maybe once a quarter and honestly most of the time those are just me with the kids for a night exploring a kid-friendly place.

    In order to do that as a sandwiched primary support person it 100 percent takes a village. Now I admit I am still in a phase where I am extremely fortunate. Though I am an only child (so there is literally no one to which I can volley the parent ball that I have in the air) my parents were willing to move in with my family of 6 and our golden doodle 4 years ago. They moved about two hours away from the county Mom lived in her entire life and where Dad lived since they were married. We sold two houses and bought one that fits all of us together. So when we go away they just stay at the family home in their routine. And for now, Dad is still making their meals (though it’s pretty simple at the moment because Mom’s on a liquid diet awaiting surgery at the big hospital the day after we get back from this trip and many days he accepts our invitation to just join us in enjoying what I made or what my husband made). Dad is able to let our dog in and out to keep her in her routine, to get her food and water, and to give her her medicine. Mom is able to (and loves to) give the dog plenty of attention and brushes her while she sits obediently every day.

    We have a list of phone numbers on the inside of a cabinet door for issues that may come up (plumber, electrician, HVAC, etc, along with some phone numbers for closest neighbors who are wonderful). But as wonderful as they are our neighbors are Understandably busy with their own lives, families, retirement traveling, personal health concerns, and the list goes on. Many have volunteered to help as needed and some definitely have helped with things here and there in the past, but our closer village includes our local close friends. So 7 different couples, my in-laws, and the woman who cleans for us are taking two days each “on call” for if something comes up. I rearranged all of Mom and Dad’s appointments (except one which is over telehealth and would be considered helpful, but not urgent) to make sure there is nothing going on during these two weeks out of their normal routine which includes Dad’s typical errands. Dear friends are taking care of some chores in our absence and the on-call friends agree to either 48 hours straight where they are the ones to call (after us of course!) if something arises (or a few people are taking two single days separated based on availability). Last year Mom and Dad did not have to call anyone except us. We are hopeful that it will remain this way.

    We have been truly blessed by the ability to have home health come in on a temporary basis when needed and to utilize short term rehab facilities on a temporary basis for Mom. We have not yet had to privately hire respite caregivers, part-time caregivers, or full-time care-givers. I’ve talked to close friends and family members and the name of one agency keeps coming up as a trusted one, but I cringe every time I think about having to have strangers come into our home to provide help and care. I have already provided some direct care for Mom and I am not opposed to doing so again. But I know that as the only child I will not be able to provide that care around the clock. I imagine the first step will be respite support while my family vacations the next time, unless Mom is in a condition to travel with us which we have done sometimes in the past when renting a house or condo unit or cabin. I cannot imagine what the process of choosing a person or group of people to provide this care will look like and feel like. It’s almost enough to make me want to stay home.

    But I enjoy getting away, I have young children and need to live their lives with them too, and my life does not feel complete without my work. I have sought and continue to seek the best possible balance, sustaining a juggling act for the record books. But as my therapist tells me, it’s not sustainable as it is. There will be changes that are out of my comfort zone. We will need more help, very likely before next summer’s longer travel. We will see how it all works out. Maybe next summer it will make sense to bring them along. Maybe it will prove possible to temporarily hire someone we know and trust to provide meal support, reassurance, and help with chores if we do not need direct care for Mom and Dad at that time.

    Maybe it will work out better than I could have imagined. We will find a way to manage that we can make work out for the 8 of us and our favorite dog too.

  • July 1, 2025

    You’re Worth More Than You Realize

    Of course I’ve struggled with self-worth. Plenty. Something that comes up in every session with my therapist is one of my maladaptive core beliefs that is Not serving me, feeling like I am not Enough. I believe I was chosen to be my children’s mother and that I am just the right mother for them. My faith tells me that I don’t need to be Enough because God goes before me and has redeemed it all. And the women in my life (at least those who I continue to give the most access to me) remind me of my worth all the time. We do that for each other and it’s pretty critical for our sanity.

    But this post is not about anyone’s self-worth. It’s about the role that I play in this family and the role that SO many caregiver-advocates (often women) play. Tonight at another sweet and long overdue extended family gathering, one of Steve’s aunts, who I know well, was chatting with me about a number of topics from family vacation planning/packing tips and tricks to what exactly I am doing for work right now. Well, sadly a campus where I work part time as a contracted counselor is going to be closing and there is a lot up-in-the-air about my options there, and my online job could give me more work, but I am so busy being all I can be for my loved ones who rely on me, I’m just not sure I want to bite off more than I choose to chew. She provided all the active listening and supportive reflection of any great therapy session and when I told her I was not sure if I had the time to commit to a full-time job, at least not one in-person at this time, because of everyone I am responsible for and the many needs going on here. I shared that if I could find a full-time job that I love that is at least partially remote so that I can attend loved one’s appointments with some flexibility, and pays enough so that I can pay someone to come take on some of what I do for everyone around here, then it could work. I then shared that my husband is always telling me that I will not find a job that pays enough to hire someone to do all that I do.

    She responded with every bit of well-meaning intention and said, “Maybe you’re worth more than you realize.” And to be honest, she’s right, my unpaid efforts in serving my family would cost us an incredible amount if we had to pay others to take it on (and it would definitely take others, plural, because there is no way any one person is taking all of this on). And I do realize it and I have seen it studied, researched and written about before, how our society relies heavily on one individual or a couple of individuals to take on care for the elderly and to serve in supportive roles in an infinite number of ways. My parents barely gave any thought to what they would do when they got older and couldn’t do much anymore because my mom sacrificed so much to take care of my grandparents with her sister and my dad’s youngest siblings did a lot (with some help here and there from the older siblings) to serve and care for their dad before he passed away. My dad lost his mother when she was in her early 40s to Cancer while his siblings were young. They just assumed I would take on what was needed and I’m not necessarily saying it is wrong, per se, there is a lot of meaning, value, and purpose in the work, but I will say that it feels less than fair that it’s all not more of a team effort on the part of the family as a whole.

    Steve’s aunt is an amazing, devoted wife and mother of 3 adult children who are all married and she’s an involved grandmother of 7. She was the youngest of 4 siblings who lived the closest, did not work outside of the home at the time, and ended up providing the most care, advocacy, and support to each of her parents as they aged. I know very few details, but my understanding is that she helped support and advocate for her in-laws as well. She has been there and done that, all of it and she is an incredible person. But I can’t help but wonder if there are ways to streamline it all and to not expect the sandwiched to carry every load, but instead to have more systems of support in place, more resources that help available, and fewer family members without a plan for the future that just expect the next generation to figure it out with them when the time comes. Can we do better? Let’s do better, we’re worth it.