so easy when we’re small
no words need be expressed
I’m wading in the mud
and now I am depressed
I lost my very thought
went through my fingertips
a momentary drop
there’s so much I have missed
Searching when we are young seems part of the mystery of learning.
The discovery is part of the looking.
As we age it seems we search more and the lengthy discovery crescendos in frustration
So how do we as caregivers dial frustration down?
Don’t find the word that was lost look for it with your family member.
If it’s an object secretly bring it closely to them so they can “find it”
“Oh there they are” reflects a lighter tone than “I have lost my mind with my glasses.”
My response: “I”m so glad you found them. It would have taken me the rest of the day.” I smile understanding the art of losing things.
This photo of this beautiful work by artist Winslow Homer reminds me why we do it. We do it together ….
Photo: Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” 1873 Smithsonian
What do you do when you lose something???