My recollection is that my Mother felt an incredible burden in taking care of her aging parents. I remember coming home and I could tell she had been crying. She was unhappy. What I know now is that it was not about the inconvenience. It was about the fear of things unsaid and problems unresolved.
Burden is not the word for this. I am afraid, but I want to make the most of the opportunity to care for my parents when they need attention. I don't feel obligated or pressured. I do feel fear, but I seek humor and closeness and a chance to create a new bond. It is never too late.
