Life is constantly changing. People tell you that when you are young until you don’t listen any more, because you don’t see it while its happening. But then, out of nowhere, you are 60 and wondering what happened. I am there. I feel 35, but my grandchildren are older than my children were when I was that age. That old saying, the spirit is willing but the body is weak? Welcome to my world. I am now the one who can’t make it to midnight on any night, so forget about New Year's Eve. And I’m okay with that.
The biggest change, though, is when you are suddenly caring for your mom, the person who cared for you for all the years you needed her. The reversal of roles, caring for your caretaker, is a tricky one. If you are lucky (I am) your caretaker accepts the change graciously and willingly. And the whole thing is fun, if not necessarily easy on either side.
