My parents are getting older. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but somehow it has totally rocked my world. It’s as if I woke up one morning and suddenly things were different. It didn’t feel gradual. I didn’t see it coming. And to be honest, I don’t want to believe it.
But recently I’ve been forced to acknowledge and accept this reality. I’ve been thrust into the role of care taker, taking over a job that has so long belonged to them.
And so far it’s a minor role reversal, and for that I am thankful. I just spent the weekend taking care of my mom post-surgery and the most challenging part was keeping her from doing all the things she’s used to doing. She’s a woman who place tennis several days a week. She goes to exercise class M-W-F. She walks the dog at least twice a day. She cleans a big old house top to bottom. But she can’t do any of that right now.
While it’s hard to accept that she’s getting a little older, I am thankful that I live close enough to help. It will be an adjustment over the next years (and I believe there will be many) as we trade places. But in trading places I believe our relationship will only grow stronger and how great is that?!