My mother is visiting at the moment. As nice as that is, it is also extremely stressful. I won’t go into details. But inevitably, it brings up the occasional question, “who will look after us when we’re old?” And I feel guilty for even asking that question. After all, I’m usually the first to point out that elderly folks who have no children are often better able to cope because they don’t rely on those children, they have support networks, and they have put into place the appropriate plans for their old age. I’m usually the first to point out that just because you might have children, it doesn’t mean they will be there in your old age.
But occasionally my mind or emotions betray me, and I have a moment of vulnerability, putting myself in the position of my mother, and wondering how I would cope without a diligent, bossy, daughter (or three).
But you know, even writing this down has reminded me of the reasons why I’ll be okay. And it has reminded me that I am allowed the occasional vulnerable moment. After all, I am sure even parents wonder, deep down, if their kids will be there for them when they’re old and frail. We all have our vulnerabilities from time to time. We’re allowed them. After all, they don’t dominate our lives.