My Dad called me last night. All kinds of excited. His first question “So, what furniture do you want from the cottage, were selling”. Dad said what? Huh?
The parents have decided that it is time to sell the old family cottage they have been using as a home for the past 20 years and downsize to a condo. Mom and Dad put me on the dreaded speaker phone and chatted on and on about the benefits of condo living, the proximity to the community pool, beach access, and how they won’t have to do yard work or stairs anymore. Were they trying to convince me or themselves?
I looked at pictures with them (on line) as they chatted about furniture placement and all of their things they are going to have to get rid of.
After nearly an hour, I congratulated them on their big move and hung up. Then looked at my Hubby and with one big crocodile tear rolling down my cheek asked him
“Why the hell am I finding this so upsetting?”.
I knew the answer and didn’t need him to spell it out for me.
It’s not that they are packing up 20 years of memories, the closest thing we have had to a “family home” for Thanksgivings and Christmas celebrations. It’s not that they are selling the place I ran to when I had the big news to share that we were expecting our first baby. The place where I know my kids always have a room to stay. It’s not that they so easily part with their prized possessions while I seem to accumulate everyone else’s junk in my basement.
It was the sudden realization that… my folks are getting old.
The cottage has become too much for them. My Dad is afraid he can’t handle the stairs much longer. He just re-painted the outside and doesn’t ever want to do it again. The roof will need work soon and that is too hard. There is grass and snow and gardening and and and ……it is just too much.
Sigh. I’m not ready for my youngest to turn 9, my oldest to creep ever closer to 12 or for my parents to get old.
Can someone please stop the clock? Just for a little while…..
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