I have to admit that I was "scared off" by fear and pride. I'm struggling to adjust to the younger generation's world of virtual reality, and social networking. This is my personal journal, but it's posted on a public forum. How much self-disclosure is too much? At what point do I begin violating my own privacy?
As a member of the "sandwich generation" we struggle daily with the pull of raising teenagers, and caring for elderly parents. The pressure has become glaringly evident recently, as DH went home for his father's surgery. In her own words, DH's older sister described what that entailed:
This past week has truly been a family affair. Our brother was at the house with mom until he flew home yesterday. He's cooked and cleaned for mom, chaufered her and has been grocery shopping more times than he probably cares to admit. We've appreciated his help. My son stayed with mom last night. We have someone stay with her, because she is unsteady on her feet and we don't want her to fall without someone in the house. It's strictly for peace of mind.
I've been at the hospital with dad most of the time. My brother stayed with dad Monday night and I stayed with mom, my son stayed with dad Tuesday night and I slept in my own bed for the first time in 6 nights.
Our other sister was off work Thursday and Friday, last week. She spent all day in the hospital with us and was here during the day on the weekend, also. She has helped transfer mom back and forth from home to the hospital and has been a big help with mom's daily needs.
It's only going to get worse, as his parents lose their independence, physically and mentally. But I know DH will call upon God for wisdom and strength.
In the words of a dear friend of the family: "Your parents are truly blessed to have you as a son." And I am blessed to have ample reasons to continue writing on this blog.