was talking with someone a while ago about so much illness around us…

reminded me of the switch when the girls went from being the ones we supported to the ones who supported us…

our final parent, George’s mom, died and we were all together at the hospital… we came home and the girls organized pizza for supper…

they then proceeded to see what we needed… how they could help us…

up till that time we had been there to support and protect them…

but we moved from being the protectors to being the protected…

both George and I saw and felt the change and we talked about it quite a bit…

from then on they took on the role of supporters…

we went from being the meat in the sandwich to being the bread, lol…

since then, they have been looking after us…

and now they are looking after me… from checking in and seeing how I am, where I am, what I’m doing, what I’m eating, to calling one another and sharing how they think I am doing…

I am one lucky woman to have such wonderful kids…