Life of a trainer

It’s a trainers life for me

Instilling knowledge for a fee

Smiling and passionate

Positive and spirited

Frustrated and concerned

Worried and perturbed

Its a trainers life for me

Not perfect or done with perfection

But there to teach and engage

There to smile and show passion

There to nurture potential and share

Its a trainers life for me

To live in realities and know the barriers

To be honest, open and transparent

To take off the rose coloured glasses

To let the carers know I have been there

I know the life and have lived the life

The need to adapt and change some minds

The aim remind carers to be kind

To ensure the most vulnerable people get what care they need

It’s a trainers life for me

Sharing, caring and valuing

Reminded that carers should be valued and respected

That carers need to understand there will be the unexpected

The shift of a day

The shout of a voice

The scream in pain

The upset of fear

The unpredictable events

The journey they will be part of will not be a straight road

The road will have twists and turns

Some harder then others and some tricky with an up hill incline

The everyday tasks to the most poignant

of moments

The tears of success the tears of loss

Its a trainers life for me

Reminding you carers you don’t just wash and wipe a body

You comfort, care, enable and listen

You wipe away tears and encourage belly laughs

You are not just encouraging existence, you are enabling living

Carers you make me do the job I do and I choose the trainer life for me.

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Professor Winston is really all that.

Wow! what a great day today I have had at work, well not exactly at work, at a conference with an amazing guest Professor Winston. He was simply brilliant, inspiring and just simply engaging. What he had to say about health care was spot on and that there is a way to go to get it right and we can not really plan to what will happen. Yes people are living longer and therefore more care is going to be required. One of the most heart wrenching but comforting things he shared was that there is proof that someone who maybe in a coma or lost due to another condition can seemingly hear you. So those words you say have to be caring, loving, nurturing and encouraging when talking to someone who is silent.

So as I see it, time is now to get care right, to improve care for all, to nurture potential that is out there and value the people who are caring and supporting our most very vulnerable people (our loved ones). Yes! I hear the cry there are many carers who do an amazing job but why are you not telling people about it and sharing these good news stories. The requirements need to be changed to not have people just relevantly trained we need people properly trained, from 16 onwards to provide care. Soft skills (how to communicate, how to work as team and what values are) are just as important as knowing how to administer medication for one example. I am not saying you need a degree but I am saying you need some formal training to support people. You need to show you can support someone in a way they want to be cared for or supported. Lets hear peoples needs and lets observe what they want.

The other day I wrote a poem but after today I changed it. I hope it resonates with people (I am not a poet or writer so please bare with).

Please see me

When you look at me

What do you see?

When you talk to me

What do you hear?

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

All I ask is,

See me

Hear me

Don’t ignore me

Know that what you say I can hear

I maybe silent but I am here.

I am not who I was

I am not who I thought I was

I am lost

I am hidden

So I ask you

Please look at me

Please see me

Please talk to me

I wish I could answer.

Please listen hard

Please seek me out, I am here.

Please see past my silence

See past the shell

See me for who I was and not just who I am now.

Mum just for you. :)

My mother

My mother!

Who is she?

My mother

What does she do?

Well my mother is simply,

a brave woman.

My mother, is simply,

the person who taught us to love,

to laugh,

to cry.

My mother simply

allowed us to be us,

to be accepting,

to forgive

to hope and see a future.

My mother is simply

A mum, mummy, mother, grandma, great grandma

She is just simply

MY MUM brave, determined and an inspiration.

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Poem of loss and allow your grieve to come out.

Hold tight let the tears flow

Your loss will hurt

The pain will grip you

Allow yourself to feel

Hold tight let the tears flow.

Think of the joy they brought

Think of the hope they showed you

Hold tight let the tears flow.

Think of the memories

Think of the pictures you have stored in you mind

Think of that smile, that belly giggle

Hold tight let the tears flow.

Think of the past

Think of the future

Hold tight let the tears flow.

Remember the love so that it will never be forgotten

Remember the hope and the kindness

Remember the unique person who was lost.

Open your eyes

See the stars

The brightest one will be yours

You will find the strength to help you on this long journey

Hold tight let the tears fade away.