Caregivers are so often expected to be perfect: to make sure each medication is counted correctly, that each chart is filled out accurately, that each person's needs are met.
This may lead to caregivers being very hard on themselves. Thus, the first part of this poem from Elizabeth Carlson, called "Imperfection," may be helpful:
I am falling in love
with my imperfections
The way I never get the sink really clean,
forget to check my oil,
lose my car in parking lots,
miss appointments I have written down,
am just a little late.
I am learning to love
the small bumps on my face
the big bump of my nose,
my hairless scalp,
chipped nail polish
toes that overlap.
Learning to love
the open-ended mystery
of not knowing why…
Is there wisdom in accepting our imperfections so that we may turn our attention what is beautiful in the world?
Erie Chapman
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