My mother has always cared for me. In my earliest memories she soothes my hurts and fears, sits with me on my narrow bed while she brushes the bangs from my forehead and bends to add a kiss. Throughout my life she has been my greatest champion, harshest critic, fiercest defender, wisest teacher and best example.
Even though her aged body is compromising her abilities to move, hear and live the way she used to, she still holds me and helps keep me whole. So who is the caregiver?