When I imagined my life I didn't really have any great ambitions or expectations. I didn't set anything in stone or have a particular path I should follow. Things just happened in a natural order. Left school, went to university, trained for a career, met hubby, got married had kids etc etc. All the while my wonderful parents were in the background quietly supporting and encouraging me and I always thought that in time I would be able to repay the 'debt' by supporting them in their old age. I imagined being there to get groceries, take care of the garden, ferry them to hospital appointments. etc
The reality is that my elderly (although remarkably fit) mum and dad at 75 and 80 years old are still helping me. They are still worrying about me. They are still there as they have always been.
And it is the worst feeling in the world.
When do I get to do MY bit? When do I get to repay them for all those years already spent helping and worrying?
My mum's response to my tears and guilt is typical of her.
No bitterness, no blame. Just concern and love.
Mum and Dad leave to return home tommorrow where I know they will worry 100 miles away. My only comfort is knowing that my dad will be straight off for 18 holes and Mum will be rounding up friends to go to her aqua-aerobics class. Health, as my mum would say, is a blessing and one which she wishes could be bestowed on me. Whilst mum wishes she could trade places with me , I am only glad that they are blessed with active and fulfilled lives and long may that continue x