Sandwich Generation

No, this is not a blog about  making lunch. This is a blog about the responsibilities we have to those around us...our parents and our children (grown or partially grown). Just when I start to feel the weight of the world is starting to lift, someone gets sick, someone else gets laid off, someone else...well, let's just say sometimes it hits the fan. Big time. And although parents and partially grown adult children are generally capable of taking care of themselves, some of us still feel that pull to manage, organize, and, er, well, CONTROL things. I'm trying to practice letting go, but I'm not very good at it. They say that admitting a problem is the first step to solving it. Yeah, right. Maybe. I'll do my best to Let It Be.

Mom and dad can take care of each other. The "kids" need to learn to take care of themselves. Maybe the best thing I can do is control the amount of control that I try to exert over any of them. 

Today was not my best day. But it wasn't my worst, either.

On a cheerier, less tangential note, we celebrated my mom's 75th birthday at Paley's Place last night. It was very lovely, and probably a bit "fancy" for most of us, but I had the razor clams and they were perfection. I'm not big on eating seafood that I haven't prepared myself, but it was worth the risk. I baked a chocolate cake and decorated it with White Mountain Frosting, which is a decadent cloud of fluff. I tried to spiff it up even further with a ring of melted chocolate, but it ended up looking rather silly. It tasted WONDERFUL! Happy Birthday, Mom!