Did you see that piece last week in the Sunday NY Times? About 40 something moms trying to regain footing the job market. It was depressing. These woman had taken 10 years off. The most I didn’t work was one year, yet, my jets have cooled a bit the last couple of years so this article scared the shit out of me.
If you went to an Ivy league college and kept up with your contacts it might not be so bad for you. But, for the 99% of us the message seems to be, don’t quit your day job.
But, which one? That’s the pain the modern mom continues to struggle with.
“Well, hi!” my dad beamed. Oh, good he is having a good day.
I was wrong. Last week was a good visit, but he has slipped back today to his shadow world. Part present, mostly not. I go along with the things that don’t make sense and calmly tell him “he owns restaurants” when he asks what my husband does for a living.
“Is that right?” he says with a gentle trace of his Southern roots.
He doesn’t seem to notice Rex. This is a depressing Father’s Day. I prefer the kind with “let’s get daddy some bagels and put his socks away for him” that I had left in order to come here.
I glance at pictures of my dad on the wall of his rooms then see him as he is now. I suffer a cognitive dissonance. My dad would hate this.
Two articles in the NY Times are very relatable. Sunday’s about how by installing a pacemaker in the author’s father extended his life and made he and his family miserable. I think the themes will resonate with others. Life extension is not always quality of life extension. This morning about delirium in the elderly in hospitals on the rise was right out of our life. It’s his hospitalizations that accelerated my dad’s fall.
Here is the dad I always knew. Out to dinner a few years ago with my sisters and our cousin Margo. The guy in this picture would not want to be the guy I saw yesterday.
Love you daddy.