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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Loving Your Indianapolis Senior Like You Love Your Puppy


Last week I wrote about my new puppy Bogart and the many ways in which he and the Indianapolis senior adults that I work with have shown me the importance of a simple enjoyment of life.

After contemplating that article, I realized that Bogart is also quite similar in an entirely different set of ways to many of the aging adults whose lives I help reorganize through downsizing and moving to new homes.



Although Bogart and seniors are on different ends of the age spectrum, he demands an extraordinary amount of attention, perhaps the same level of attention that grown - or boomer - children often find themselves devoting to an aging family member. While that need for attention can at times be overwhelming, he - like a loved one - is a cherished member of the family and it is vital that we show seniors the same sort of respect and adoration that we may heap on a pet.




Both have a need for love, but not the sort of love that can be smothering. While a restless puppy will happily spend some time in your lap cuddling, at some point he begins to demand his independence and a chance to play on his own or even sneak outdoors for a rendezvous with the squirrels.

We need to allow seniors that same sort of independence. The well-adjusted seniors I've worked with as a senior move manager in Indiana appreciate attention and love, but they also need the opportunity to assert their independence and, as long as physically and mentally feasible, journey outside their homes and continue their lives while enjoying their pursuits and pleasures.

Far too often, I've seen worried family members try to shut down mom and dad's independence. Although in advanced stages of physical and mental decline that may be necessary, such control is often not warranted.


What an aging loved one typically needs more than anything is reassurance from family members and friends that although the senior may require more help than he or she has needed in the past, there still is a vibrant and happy life waiting for them around the corner.  

That's a point that I always try and share as I work as a senior move organizer to reorganize, downsize or move an Indianapolis senior into a new home: life continues and each stage is simply a new chapter.

I'm thrilled that everyday I enjoy the honor of working to help senior citizens in this capacity.

Thank you, Bogart, for yet another reminder.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

What I've Learned from a Puppy and Indianapolis Seniors


When I brought my new puppy into my home this past week I was filled with the same sort of energy and happiness that he exudes. Puppies have a way of doing that with the energy and joyful enthusiasm they happily share with all.

It struck me that the puppy shared some of the same traits as many of the adult seniors I've worked with as a senior move manager in Indianapolis with Yellow Tag Household Sales. Although the physical energy of some seniors may be on the wane, I've had the pleasure of coming across many seniors who are still filled with a sharp, joyful enthusiasm for life.


As I've helped them plan their move to a new home and organized their belongings, sometimes downsizing and prioritizing the items they wished to take with them into a smaller space, those adult seniors have shared with me so much about their lives and the happiness with which they've lived it. I've heard about the children, grandchildren, careers, hobbies, vacations and the simple pleasures that have made their lives worthwhile.

It seems as though the happiest seniors I've helped move are those best able to enjoy those simple pleasures. Just as though my puppy loves nothing more than chasing a ball and snuggling on my lap, I've learned that life is also about the simple joy of playing ball with the kids or reading a good book to the grandchildren. And oh yes, morning coffee on the porch and a nice evening dip in the hot tub helps too!

You might think that some of the seniors I've helped move into a new home in the Indiana area would be distraught and perhaps a little angry over the fact that a chapter was closing in their lives. But one of the coolest things I've seen as a senior move organizer is the positive attitude that so many have exhibited, often to the point of being excited about the opportunity to try something new and explore a fresh segment of their lives.

And that attitude reminds me of my puppy: always sniffing about, exploring, and ready to try something new that just might be fun! Perhaps that's an attitude we all should approach more often, be we puppies, young adults or seniors.
 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

What We All Can Learn from the Poem: Cranky Old Man

When you work with older adults as an Indianapolis senior move manager, you learn that aging is a unique process that each and every one of us will go through. A good senior move manager is compassionate, understanding  and always willing and able to see the big picture, while clearly comprehending the emotions that a significant lifestyle move can stir to the surface. For some people, it's far too easy to dismiss older adults. Works of word art like the one I've posted below help me to remember that, no matter what, we are all human beings.




Cranky Old Man.....

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?

A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see ME!!