That one-she's a real caretaker.
She will always share her toys.
She's a peacemaker.
That one-she's a real caretaker.
She will always be the first to help.
She's a great example.
That one-she's a real caretaker.
Do you like taking care of others?
You sure do it well.
That one-she's a real caretaker.
You see who she married?
That's perfect for her.
Because that one-she's a real caretaker.
You are that kind of girl.
The one who takes care of everyone else.
Yeah, that one-she's a real caretaker.
It starts to sound like an insult after a while.
As though it has poisonous veins.
That one-she's a real caretaker.
Do they write that on her headstone?
When she dies an untimely death?
That one-she's a real caretaker.
They attribute it to a sudden heart attack.
Maybe it was stress. We thought she was healthy.
But that one-she's a real caretaker.
Perhaps her heart gave up on finding
A way to care about others without taking care of them.
You know-cause she's a real caretaker.
Her natural gifts were exploited and misshaped.
Minimized and categorized into others' roles.
Until the first day she heard-she's a real caretaker.
She heard it a lot after that.
And, she saw it in all of their eyes.
That one-she's a real caretaker.
She felt it in their praise and their delighted smiles.
As they slowly pressed the edges of their roles onto her edges.
That one let it happen-cause she's a real caretaker.
Lots of times she has believed that this is what she is.
Living her life so that others can live theirs less somehow.
Letting her be-the one who's a real caretaker.
This will kill her someday.
It will slowly overtake the edges of her role
Until all she is equals a real caretaker.
If that happens, she will cease to exist and her heart will stop.
They will chalk it up to stress or natural causes.
There's not a line on the death certificate for-real caretaker.
Nobody will quite realize why their lives are more difficult.
Why they have more to do and how somehow they are getting to be more them.
They will be missing her-the real caretaker.
And yet, she is robbing them, too somehow.
For the caretaker allows them to put the edges of their roles onto her.
Yes, she's a robber-the real caretaker.
She is a robber and she is a victim.
She must reclaim her natural gift of caring.
You know-she's a real caretaker.
Not anymore. She must be a real care-er.
And, leave the taking aside.
