Sometimes life goes so slow you think you are going to die in the midst of the nothingness and then the pace picks up and you realize it is passing you by. I'm in the midst of the sandwich generation. Each side of my husband's and my family are aging and we shudder to think what we might be in for.
It's difficult to face, it's hard not to get angry, it's sad to see, hard to talk about.
I'm glad to have come to grips with some of the things that used to tick me off so bad when I was younger. I'm glad to have a relationship with my mother and that my husband has one with his parents. I'm glad we love each others parents too. I'm glad we can go once in a while and help them out. I wish we were closer and could get there faster. I hope it is enough.
I look forward to being with them now. I see the wisdom they have to give me and I know they understand things that I did not think they did at one point in my life. We have many things in common...and we can laugh at each other. They still want to take care of us and do things for us but we can also do things for them.
Somehow it seems like only yesterday we left them to find our own lives...and now we are returning to catch up on some of the things we thought we had left behind.
Wonder what our kids will say about us when we get to our parents age?
Wonder if they will embrace us like we are?
Wonder if they will feel a responsibility for our care?
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