I’ve heard people talk about the Sandwich Generation. You know, that time when you’re still actively parenting your children and then find yourself caring for your parents as well. This is supposed to describe what it feels like to have caregiving responsibilities for those older and younger than you.
I think it’s rarely just a typical sandwich like a good old fashioned PB&J. This sandwich thing seems to be an open-faced sandwich, a double decker, or an all-out dagwood.
This post is a bit forced, as I want to set the stage, set up the program, and then let my ideas simmer. My plan at the moment? For this to be a place to ponder many things. A motif of the moment is my personal version of the sandwich generation – especially now as my Mother is entering a battle with cancer. It is giving new meaning to supporting and caring for my family. In addition, I am a life-long caregiver to our son, who has disabilities. Life will always be – at the very least – an open-faced sandwich. I’m hoping for some spicy side dishes and exquisite deserts to go with it.
As I meander down this path, your company and thoughts are very welcome.