A few days ago, my youngest daughter created a sandwich: sharp cheddar cheese and pickles. My son likes peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
Me, I don't eat too many sandwiches. I am the sandwich. My husband and I are the filling, sandwiched in between our children and our elderly relatives. We're traditional that way.
Here are a few of the voices we hear inside this sandwich. I realize that my situation is not quite as difficult as others’, in that the elderly relatives don’t actually live with me. But still, I hear so many competing voices. The ones in blue are the ones that comfort me.
Elderly aunt: I can’t see well. Help me manage my bank accounts.
Son: I need a ride to a band rehearsal that is 50 miles away.
My older brother: I am so thankful that you are managing our aunt’s accounts. I’m going to help by loaning large amounts of money. And I’ll confer with you whenever you want, to help make decisions.
Governor: I am cutting funding to the state universities by 30%. And don’t let me hear that they are raising tuition.
Oldest Daughter: Will you pay for my extra meals off the college meal plan?
Friend: I will pray for you.
Elderly aunt: I am downsizing from a house to a one-room apartment. Help me go through my things and get ready to move!
My Mom: You are going to visit your aunt? When are you going to come see us?
My younger Brother: I am so thankful that you are managing our aunt’s accounts and helping her get ready to move. I am going to help by going there and doing a lot of the grunt work. Plus I am going to move all her stuff myself. And I’ll confer with you whenever you want, to help make decisions.
Youngest Daughter: Can I have a friend over on Saturday?
My Mom: Your Dad is about the same. He has fewer hallucinations but continues to have delusions. He LOVES visitors. (hint, hint)
Husband: I am completely sympathetic to what you are going through.
What kind of sandwich do you like? What voices are you hearing these days?