This is me. I care.
However, most of the time, I too, need to be cared for. I am not always the strong person that people say I am. It is just a facade.
I work a long 9 hour shift, starting at 2:00 in the morning, ending at 11:00 am. By noontime, I feel like "the walking dead." Sleep does not come until around 9:00 in the evening. After arriving home, there are still more duties I need to attend to, like picking up things, tidying the house, getting something to cook for dinner, doing the laundry. And then there are other chores that I need to do. Why? Because I CARE.
My body longs for a good, long 8 hour sleep after a day's work. Good luck. I get around 3 hours.. 5 max (2 hours afternoon nap plus 3 hours shut eye before work). But because I love my family, I just get rid of that dang sleep deprivation by having more coffee than an average person can drink. Why? Because I CARE.
I feel pain. But there's laundry to do. I have to make dinner. I have to run my errands. Oh my God. I do hurt. I try to shut my mind off to numb the pain. I cannot afford to lay around. The family has to be fed. The kids have to have clean uniforms for tomorrow. Why? Because I CARE.
I am so tired. I cannot do anything about that too. I am a machine that needs to keep on moving. MOVE -MOVE-MOVE. No time to do anything else but to earn a living and look after the welfare and comfort of the family. Why? Because I CARE.
The care-giver longs to be cared for too. (Wish!)
The care-giver needs rest. (I'd probably just get eternal rest)
The care-giver needs sleep. (I'd probably have this when I lapse into a coma)
The care-giver is crying. (Crying? Nah.. its probably just my eyes perspiring)
And then I hear that tiny voice... Who cares for the care-giver?
Performed by Gary Valenciano
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"To You, Oh God, I offer all my works, joys, pain and suffering of this day all for your Greater Glory!"