Mindy here. When I was a little girl and we'd go on vacation, my mom would pack my suitcase. Many times I didn't even know what was in it until we got to our destination. It felt like Christmas when I'd pull out a new bathing suit.
Now my mother is getting ready to go visit a friend she hasn't seen in nine years and guess who's packing her suitcase?
You guessed it. I am now the mother and she is the child.
Deep inside, I've known this for a while, but I've fought it. Been in denial. But as I did her laundry the other day, I realized--like it or not--the time had come for me to accept the change in roles.
Perhaps the acceptance will diminish my frustration. Instead of wondering why she hasn't done certain tasks, I will step in a do them for her. My life is hurry-hurry, while hers is a snail's-pace, forcing me to put on the brakes. Something that doesn't come naturally. But then, how many times did she have to wait on me? You know, the independent three-year-old who demands, "I do it!" when you're late for an appointment.
So I will adapt. Slow my pace to meet hers and do my best to be patient as I wonder how my kids will react when it's their turn to switch roles.
Have you had to accept the role reversal of your parents? Was it difficult for you to make the switch? What helped you to adjust?
Happy Tuesday, y'all.