The Sandwich Generation

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The sandwich generation is no easy generation to be a part of, yet there are so very many of us.

I recently became a card-carrying member of the sandwich generation. The generation in which you are caring for both your child(ren) AND your parent(s).

The Sandwich Generation

It’s a difficult place to be. The demands are high and there always seems to be a lack of time for just about anything and everything.

As a single parent, I have the everyday joys and stresses of just being a mom. And due to a recent incident, I will be homeschooling my son on top of everything else this coming fall.

Then there’s my mother, bless her. She is a marvelously strong-willed woman and she is not taking the loss of her everyday freedoms very well at all. The freedoms we all take for granted like walking from one end of the house to the other, cooking herself a meal, or just getting to the grocery store. Things that I myself take for granted are suddenly gone from her life, and now the parent is depending on the child. It’s a mind boggling twist of fate in all of our lives.

My sweet little boy is an entirely different story. He had a very bumpy beginning, but seems to be settling in here pretty well. He’s an amazing kid. I am blessed.

But as for me, I’m completely lost in this disaster. My life is gone, my belongings are gone (in storage), my apartment and the life I worked so hard to build after my divorce is just gone and it’s never coming back.

I don’t think this would be so hard to deal with if it wasn’t for the fact that my mother and I have never lived well together. We are both set in our ways and those ways just don’t jive. We butt heads a lot.

And somehow, in all of this, I have to find a way to run my business as well.

We have a caregiver that comes in 8 hours a week. This gives me some one-on-one time with my munchkin, but it does little to actually help me on a personal level.

I just keep going. It’s all I can do. And I hope some day, I’ll look back at this and be glad I went through it. I know everything happens for a reason. I really believe that. You may not recognize that reason immediately, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.

In the mean time, I’m trying to build a life here. It’s nice to be close to old friends again and I’m finally back to my old eating plan. So a few things are back on track for now. I guess I need to focus on that. Things have a way of working themselves out and I have to believe that this situation is no different.

Bottom line, I love my mom and I would do anything for her. Anything. I just wish it wasn’t so difficult. This sandwich generation thing ain’t for sissies!

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