Why the term ‘Watcher’?
I was searching for a word that was all-encompassing. I wanted to avoid the label ‘carer’ or ‘caregiver‘ – which has connotations of being paid and seems constrained to mere physical care of another.
Physical care is invaluable and many of us may provide this for our Loved Ones. Yet others of us do not. It may not be our place, our role, or it may not even be necessary.
We simply Watch.
Nevertheless, our life is still entwined with our Loved One. We wince as they wince. We struggle with the fact that we can’t heal them. We get frustrated over the fact that sometimes we can’t make the situation better, or even more bearable. In short, we Watch.
What does it feel like to Watch?
To Watch is to be helpless, and this is painful and even embarrassing.
It is even harder because we didn’t choose to Watch.
Perhaps we were born into a family where one of the members was already sick, or perhaps they became so as we grew up with them. Perhaps we fell in love with someone, or began a friendship and then sickness came. Or perhaps we knew about it already, but still there was no choice because there was no sickness-free version of them available.
And so we walk beside them, or in front of them, or behind them. We cannot choose to walk a mile in their shoes, as the common saying goes. Even that is denied us.
There’s nothing we can do except Watch them suffer.
We are the healthy ones. We are the ones with the world at our fingertips and all the blessings a working body and healthy mind brings. We answer the question “How is your Loved One?” not the question “How are you?”
We Watch them and no one watches us.
We Watch them struggle, and attempt to communicate their ups and downs to others around us. We fail often, because there are no words. Meanwhile we suffer too. Vicariously, yes, as we see them go through agony, but in our own right also. Because there’s nothing easy about Watching.
Nothing at all.
Who are these “Watchers”?
It’s not some exclusive club. In a sense everyone is a Watcher, at some point of their lives. And we Watchers know only too well that there’s nothing heroic about suffering. Nothing distinguished about Watching.
This is not because it’s hard, because there are plenty of miseries that are heroic, plenty of hard things that are worth applauding. The reason there’s nothing special about being a Watcher, is that it’s simply part of life.
There are so many illnesses, so many burdens. No person’s load – or pair of shoes, if we are to continue the analogy – is the same as another. And so all people Watch, but all Watchers are always alone.
Aloneness.
That’s such a large part of what makes Watching so hard. We all fear being alone, and illness just accentuates this.
We long for someone to stand by our side and grasp our forearm and say with that knowing, quiet voice and full eyes, “I get it. I understand.”
That is what this blog is for. Because there are two answers to loneliness. One is community, the other is God.
May this blog point us to them both.
Why start a blog on Watching?
Being a Watcher brings its own unique problems and its unique joys. It’s a journey that goes on and on – and encouragement is needed for the everyday.
Furthermore, it’s a journey that begins and ends, and we need help for those times too. It’s also a journey that, like every journey, will at some point encounter God. This blog is about that too.
I don’t have all the answers. Often I have none. I can’t guarantee that what I write here will help you.
All I can pray is that these words will help you ponder your life as they have helped me ponder mine – and that your experience will be the richer for it.
All I can hope is that they will provide a feeble sense of community and a less-feebler sense of God.
Like C. S. Lewis, I have only,
“… been emboldened to write of it because I notice that a man seldom mentions what he had supposed to be his most idiosyncratic sensations without receiving from at least one (often more) of those present the reply, ‘What! Have you felt that too? I thought I was the only one.'”
~ C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
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This is such a thoughtful post on this thoughtful and heartfelt blog.
As a person who’s lived with a painful and sometimes disabling, incurable autoimmune disease for more than 30 years, I’m deeply appreciative of the Watchers in my life. I owe much to them, from helping me with the most mundane of tasks to comforting me when I’m struggling with pain and frustration.
But I’m also a Watcher, too. I watch my 88-year-old mother, who’s living with osteoporosis, osteoarthritis, and spinal stenosis, and who needs my love and support to live her daily life more fully. Recently, she fell and broke her left hip, so my Watchfulness became, for a while, a full-time job. Fortunately, she’s healing well, and we Watch each other.
Thank you for writing this post and this blog. And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for Watching. You wrote that there’s nothing special about being a Watcher, but I disagree. Watchers are our everyday heroes.We couldn’t survive without you.
Naw thank you Wren, for your encouraging comment! Thank you for sharing your story as well. I love that you can identify as both a “watcher” and a “watched one”. There’s something very special and valuable about that, although of course that doesn’t make it easy! May God be close to you and bless you.