My generation is sometimes called the “Sandwich generation”, usually meaning middle-aged women who are taking care of children (usually teens) as well as elderly parent(s) or other relatives.
I thought I had escaped this particular role, but then I retired. And, guess what happened? Well, actually, both joys and challenges.
The challenging part includes overseeing the care of my 93-year-old mother, who lives 2,000 miles away in an excellent nursing home. I never thought we’d be doing this, that she’d live independently her whole life until she died. I find myself often shopping for her needs, and sending her packages and letters, and phone calls several times a week. And, of course, I travel more frequently now to visit. It does take a toll, and I didn’t plan for this for my retirement. Looking back, that was very naive.
The joyous part is that my daughter is getting married, and to a certain extent I’m naturally part of the preparations and planning (and expense). It’s wonderful to see my daughter in a happy relationship, living abroad in a country and place that she chose, to a man to obviously cares about her very much. The wedding will take place soon in a tropical paradise, and it’s all a dream come true for her. Naturally, I hope all the best for her and her new husband in the future.
As I’m writing this on Mother’s Day, I wish all the best to all moms out there, and a special shout-out to those who are “sandwich filling”. Haha!
Love to all,