Just Another Day

Last year the most precious girl in my life turned 14.......I'm not going to get all mushie and tell you how wonderful she is and all, that's just a mother thing and a bragging thing. What I will tell you is that if she weren't my daughter I would love to know her. Every where she goes she leaves behind a special feeling. People are encouraged by her. People are uplifted by her presence and people are appreciative of her attitude and manners. Being her mom I'm happy and please that she has listened to her father and I in all that we have ever said about being respective and respectful. Being a parent isn't an easy job. Being a parent caught in the sandwich generation is even harder. Raising a daughter and assisting and supporting an elderly parent is a real hard thing. It's exhausting, it's overwhelming, and it's often frustrating. Not that I'm frustrated with having to do it. I'm frustrated with the fact that being young has so many opportunities and being older doesn't have so many opportunities other than getting older, more ill if you are ill and being in a situation where you have to rely on others for support and help. I'm scared more than frustrated. I'm terrified of not having anyone there to take care of me. Not that my daughter or husband wouldn't but just like I know my father feels like he is pressuring me to be there I know I would feel the same about pressuring them to be there for me.