In the past few months, I’ve been back and forth to NY; more than I have since my college days. Now that my mom is widowed, my brother and I
(but mostly me) have taken on the responsibility of making sure she’s good. Yet that role has become more exhausting as of late.
While I was talking to her doctor today, the thought crossed my mind that once you become the adult in your parent’s weakened state, your relationship inevitably changes. Much like parenting a new baby, nothing will prepare you to be a caregiver to the people who you always viewed as invincible.