In my tribute to Dad’s Week I revist one that is mixed with pain for me. It’s about being the sandwich generation. Never made more clear to me than when I took my Dad and my stepson to a movie. I picked Iron Man for Oliver, but had to follow my Dad out of the theater when he went to the bathroom, lest he get lost. He did. Or when I had to skip a visit to my Dad, which made me feel so guilty, because Rex had a fever.
Problems I still wish I had. I don’t know if any adult child feels like they do enough for an ailing parent. Except for the ones that become full time caregivers, which I know was not in my wheelhouse. Feeling less sandwiched now, but a pat on the back to those who feeling like a meat filling.
love the videos so u may call yourself cool mom but in reality u r smoking hot
Woo for Secret Admirers, lol…Go Daphne!
That’s not creepy at all, haha.
I have been worried about this…
In the 70s my mom was in Korea, and got food poisoning. It cleared up after a day or two but she never got any kind of treatment for it. About 30ish years later the bacteria from the food poisoning “reactivated” and ate her hip bone…so she got a very early hip replacement. I think she was 49. My biggest fear was that as the closest child (geographically, we’re all pretty close emotionally) I would be her main caregiver. She is married, my step-dad would be there to help her, but he workes a bazillion hours. And I worked, and at the time, I had a young child.
Her replacement went well, and now she’ll be fine (she is otherwise healthy) into her 80s with the titanium hip. But for those 6 weeks or so where I was using up my FMLA to come home from work early & help her, or getting to work late so I could help her get ready for the day…or just coming over on the weekends to clean up & prep some meals for later in the week…I was really nervous that this was going to be my forever reality.