As we age we see the primary figures in our life (mother, father, loved ones) grow older too. At some point we begin to see the differences. Roles begin to blur and the status of those important connections changes. For many families there is a matriarch or patriarch. As we grow older the power of those figures diminishes and the power begins to shift.
The big change comes when those older ones die and we find ourselves as them. Suddenly we are the older generation. If life goes that way we many not be the ones hosting holidays. The roles have changed and we have to find a new place in the scheme of things.

I felt that strongly this year as we have moved away from our home and have experienced new roles and new patterns. We always encouraged our children to make their own traditions as they grew their families. Now we are joining in the traditions of our daughter and her family. It truly is a different thing and we will have to find the place that we fit. We have never been to their home for Thanksgiving and Christmas so we have no role there. Over time we will have to find a way to be incorporated. We know this will come but this year if felt strange to not help or participate in some way. Life does have a way of changing. We just have to change with it.
It HAS been a strange year, even when we weren’t planning to make changes – we had to, and there was nothing we could do about it.
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I guess we had to learn that we are not in control.
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Roles certainly change. I remember bathing my mother, and pushing my Dad in a wheelchair. Now it is showering my husband 😒
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I can relate. I cared for my mother and my aunt until their deaths.
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Thank you 😊 💓
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Very nice
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Thank you. Loved your mandala.
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Your welcome . Thank you.
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As my husband has often said over the years: “Blessed are the flexible!” Not only is life more pleasant for ourselves as we flex with change, but those around us also appreciate our willingness to flex! (Keep me mindful, Lord!)
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Amen to that. When flexible we bend in the wind instead of breaking. Please Lord let me stay that way.
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