When does the sandwich generation end? My father-in-law was the last aging parent in my family to die this past January. Mothers, fathers, and step-fathers from each side of the family are gone.
Passing down a slice of life seems awkward. Does my piece of bread fall to the next? It is a curious question. My role as a caretaker continues, even as my husband moved to the head of our family.
Honor your father and mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you." "Children's children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children." "Honor your father and mother.
Before society, the church, God began with Adam and Eve to begin a family, the basic unit of all cultures. It is fundamental to hope, security, and knowing God. God gave us family as a refuge and to renew our strength. Children soar in a family and, through adversity and love, grow.
I guess the best answer is to put your family in God's hand. After all, it was his idea. Now that we are the head of my family, the sandwich has changed I'm on one end, my kids in the middle and grandkids on the other. Hopefully, I'll be around for a double-decker when great grandkids come along.
Deep within my roots, generational stories intertwine. Bifurcating branches twist and wind upward, etching life's wrinkles.
Yes, indeed, God gave us the family. Like you I am on the outer layer of the sandwich generation–and hope to be an inspiration for the grandchildren.
No parents nor descendants,
no shared holiday meals.
I’ve got my independence,
but I wonder how it feels,
to have the pictures on the wall
of extended family,
something that I could rightly call
a lineage, ancestral tree.
I’ve never been to a recital,
helped Mom or Dad through winter flu,
none of what they say is vital
for a full-fledged man to do,
but that’s OK, my life seems right.
I’ve travelled fast, and travelled light.
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