Caregiving in Midlife

I stepped into the role of caregiver in my mid-30s - long before most of my friends had even considered the possibility. It was a title I didn’t choose; it chose me. And I had to grow into it quickly, unprepared, and with a heart full of mixed emotions. Now, in midlife, I’ve been able to draw from those experiences, challenging lessons, and moments of growth to support others navigating this transition.

Here’s what I’ve learned so far.

Patience — it’s a daily practice.

Some days, you’re crushing it. Other days, you’re just trying to make it minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour. And that’s okay.

Guilt shows up, even when you’re doing your best.

Feel it and acknowledge its presence, and do your best not to let it take over. Remember, none of us can pour from an empty cup.

You won’t always get it right.

Perfection isn’t the goal. Showing up exactly as you are counts for more than you realize.

Caregiving changes you.

It rearranges your priorities and routines, stretches your heart and compassion, and sometimes, forces difficult choices. But it also opens you to moments of grace, deep connection, and personal growth.

It’s a learning process.

Take care of yourself – emotionally, mentally, and physically.

Ask for help.

Hold space for grief and gratitude at the same time.

If you’re on this path, know this: You’re not alone.

We’re all learning - and supporting each other - together.

If you are currently a caregiver – or have been - what’s one lesson caregiving has taught you? I’d love to hear.

Until next time – be a good HUMAN ✨