You know it is a sad thing when you reach the stage where you have to parent your own parent. If you are lucky this is a person whom you have looked up to your whole life. Really for me my mom was my first real life hero. She was strong and independent in a time when moms, and women in general, were not. Yes she got married and had kids but that did not, in and of itself, define her. And when that marriage ended she taught me more about grit, determination and strength than anyone every will.
She also taught me to trust in myself and my own opinion, to be my own person and to accept myself, even when it seemed no one else would ever. She taught me to question authority, to be curious, to laugh at myself and the absurdity that is part of our everyday lives. And she taught me to love - not only myself but the world around me.
So how is it I wonder, that that this woman whom I have looked up to and
admired for all my life has become so frail and helpless, so uncertain of herself and everything. When did she become so old? And what the hell can I do about it?
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