Regarding the logic that children are sometimes too poor to support their own parents outside nursing homes, how can anyone agree with this argument when parents, even if the parents themselves were poor, still took care of the children when they were young?
Did the parent have the right to claim that the child’s constant need for constant care was “harming” the parent’s right to individualism? **The parents took care of the baby child no matter how poor they were, no matter how much “individualism” they lost because of the child, no matter how burdened they felt by the child. And yet, when time passes, when the parent then in turn needs help from their own seed, their own children whom they raised, the children claim their own individualism as an excuse to neglect the parent? **
Personally, as a single mother of a young child (5 year old), I believe that in bringing this child into the world,** I made him a promise**, not only to raise him according to God’s Law, but also to release him to God’s plan and purpose for this life. My future and my care are in God’s hands, according to His plan. And if it please God to call my son to a plan a thousand miles away, and for me to spend years “neglected” in a nursing home, so be it, and with great joy!
According to your reasoning, no single child (no siblings) could ever be called to monastic life because the person’s parents might some day need an adult child to care for them. The monk or nun, in your reasoning, would be “neglecting” his or her elderly parents.
Christian life calls for sacrifice from all, and this includes elderly parents who have an expectation of unconditional care from their adult children, regardless of the emotional or financial cost.
But there is a whole lot of gray area between the extremes of quitting one’s job and living in poverty to care for one’s parents, and committing one’s parents to a nursing home and never seeing them again until the funeral – although both extreme possibilities could be well within fulfillment of God’s Will.
Anyway, my grandmother taught me how to be a Christian mother to my son. As a young person, whenever I spoke (yelled, really) to her on the phone, she would always say, “I’m fine. Just counting my blessings.” I took that totally literally, never realizing it was an expression, thinking grandma spent her days and nights seeking and thanking God for His many gifts.
After some fifteen years of being cared for by her children (a couple months a year in each home), her failing health finally necessitated being put in a home.
Visiting her was such a great joy! She could barely see or hear, and her short-term memory loss meant starting a new conversation every three minutes or so. But she was wrapped in a world of love, all of her own creation, through God’s grace. The employees at the home were her children. The other residents were her neighbors, and the facility itself – at least in her mind – was the home my grandfather had once built for her, some 80 years before. And this was one dreadful nursing home, but the only one that had room and could be afforded by the family.
My point is that grandma taught me how to practice gratitude every moment of every day, not demanding what
ought to be, but receiving with overflowing heart the gifts of God.
As for me, I have a room and bath in my home prepared for my mom (now 75) when/if she needs it. But I would never leave my job to care for her. If she needed more care than I could give (as my father did before his death), I would place her in the nearest and best place I could find/afford, and I would visit her daily. All through God’s grace of course.
There is no one way to care for aging parents with love and self-sacrifice!
Always, we must pray for one another.
Gertie