I’m supposed to be a Baby Boomer. I don’t feel like a Baby Boomer. I still have kids in school, I’m at least a decade from retirement, and there are way too many things left on my mental bucket list.
What I am, though, is part of the Sandwich Generation. My girls aren’t yet launched; meanwhile, my parents are becoming more fragile daily. The mission: guide one generation to greater independence while easing another into accepting the limitations of age and infirmity. Let’s throw in a couple of dogs, a spouse, a mortgage, and typically insufficient retirement savings, just to spice things up a bit. Top it off with distance and deafness. (The parents are deaf, not the daughters — although there are moments that’s up for debate!)
How to manage? Conventional wisdom suggests patience and humor. I have attitude and snark. I think it’s going to be a long road.