When your children become your parents….
Isn’t it an odd feeling when your children become your parents?
Eldest daughter and family popped over for the day last week, just to catch up and share holiday photos. In the course of the day, eldest daughter said,
“By the way, I’ve taken over your birthday arrangements.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. When Bex told me about the roller skating I thought it was quite mad. What if you fall? You’ve a big weekend coming up just after that. You want to be fit for that, don’t you?”
“Er, yes, I suppose so.”
“Well, I think we should do something much quieter.”
“Like a quiet family dinner in a nearby restaurant?”
She beamed. “That would be so much better. I’ll book it all, you won’t have to do anything. Oh, and we’ll come and stay the night. Bex and Al will stay at Al’s place. We’ll have it on the night before your big retirement farewell at the church. That way we’ll all be together and it won’t need a second visit.”
“OK,” I said. “But can I go roller skating some time after I’ve retired?”
“Yes, of course!” she said.
I thought she was going to add, “If you’re a good girl and eat up all your greens.”
But she didn’t.
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