A Sandwich Generation Day: Cycles of Life
I have blogged on this subject before, and at the risk of being redundant, I feel the need to share my experiences of yesterday.
I am calling it a true “Sandwich Generation” Day. And, I wonder if you can relate. I’d love your feedback and to hear your experiences if you’d like to share.
Like many, I’m sorry to see summer come to an end. We had such a blast at our community pool, and I will really miss it.
Not only do I find the change of season a bit challenging, but yesterday, and this whole week, for that matter, I find myself in a somewhat conflicted emotional state.
Seth started Kindergarten today, and I took him to meet his teacher and to see the classroom and classmates. It feels surreal that he has hit this stage of his education. He loved the school, and got particularly thrilled when he asked the teacher if they go on class trips. She said yes, and the first trip is to a firehouse. Well…she couldn’t have said anything better for Seth. Firehouses are his most favorite place in the world.
I am both excited for him and a little melancholy that he is growing up so fast. Part of me likes that there are more and different experiences we can have together, yet I like to cuddle with my little buddy.
It just gets me thinking about how fast time goes in general, and the cycles of life.
After returning from Seth’s school, we met my dad at the diner for lunch. He was celebrating his 90th birthday! G-d bless him. I am so eternally grateful to have my dad in my life, despite his health challenges and not feeling up to par. I lost my mom 10 years ago, so his presence in my family’s life is all the more treasured. And, my sister and I are planning a surprise birthday luncheon for him this Saturday, with family and friends. I want to savor our time together.
Such major milestones in the life of my son and dad this week!
Leaves me with a lot to think about. But, since I am the queen of overthinking, I’m keeping myself busy so I’m not too alone with my thoughts. The last thing I want to do is get teary eyed, though sometimes a good cry is the best release.
I am both sad and happy. I want to take note and rejoice in each upbeat moment and not let my emotions get the better of me.
Have you ever felt this way?