Sandwich Generation...Woman in the Middle

This is an evergreen piece I've updated many times. I originally wrote the first part about my summer vacation to share with my fourth grade students. It was also a contribution to the sandwich generation stories going around a few years ago. I then included the piece I wrote about slowly losing mom and the impact she had on all our lives. 

So much of who we are is based on where we come from, but today I’m thinking more about the beginnings, the in-betweens  and the here-and-nows.  As I move into the autumn of my life, I think the greatest contribution, the greatest achievement we make toward bettering the world are OUR CHILDREN. Give them life, allow them to grow, be themselves, carry on family traditions and values, then hope they give us grandchildren! I’ve been missing my Mom lately and why I feel the need to write and reflect on the this generational cycle.

I remember when I turned 50...right in the middle of life! I was so lucky to have my still-youthful-fun-to-be-with parents on one side and my two awesome adult kids on the other. Most of the time they think I'm still fun…and now I have grandkids who love to hang out with me.

As the years passed, I became the caretaker in the middle…helping out with the folks; helping out with the grandbabies.  I was never a sandwich person (just plain turkey with nothing on it) but there I was, an active member of the Sandwich Generation!  Defined as 'simultaneously caring for parents and children; a man or woman pulled in two directions,' I never felt anything but joy. These years became the time in my life I cherished most!

One summer I spent three weeks with my granddaughters in California and another two weeks with mom in Michigan. Like a “filling” rich in taste and texture, I was full of love, patience, smiles, excitement, helpfulness, hard work and yard work!
We shared sunshiny days, wish-upon-a-star nights, rainy mornings and rainbow afternoons. No beach for mom, but I got her outside at midnight to do the “starlight, star bright” thing just like the girls and I did.  The three of us splashed in rainy puddles and weeks later I coaxed mom to rediscover how refreshing cool raindrops can be; so what if her hair and shoes got wet!  I shared tales of family history with the girls and played the old game of “bread and butter” with them as mom always did with me.


Staying with the girls while their folks were away, I drove them to swimming and gymnastics and hula lessons. We played tag with the ocean waves, rode bikes, shopped, read volume 6 of Nancy Drew and planted seeds in the garden. My cuties taking turns sleeping in the middle with me was the BEST! 






The easy-going pace and companionship continued at mom’s house. I drove her to errands and to her volunteer job in the hospital gift shop. We pulled weeds, planted perennials, played card games and took slow walks around the block. I heard more family stories, read large-print magazines and watched Lifetime movies with her each night.  One of things I'll always treasure is Mom bringing me coffee in bed each morning! That was the BEST!  






Way cool, just being me doing the same thing in both places!  Sandwiches spoil if you don’t use them, so when I got back home, I babysat my new grandson, caught up on my reading and gardening and helped build a rock garden with stones from my parents’ backyard.
That summer I was an overflowing Dagwood sandwich savoring the strong and comforting  threads of family connections.


Flash forward a few years and I have two more grandchildren! Mom loved meeting these newest additions to our family...boy/girl twins! I retired from teaching to help care for them and to be able to visit Mom more frequently.  She used a walker or cane at times, but was always up for something fun when I was in town! Lunch, shopping, a movie.  Many days our conversations dissolved in fits of giggles since we shared the same sense of humor!


But all good things must come to an end. By the summer of 2010, I'd been flying back and forth to Michigan to spend a week or so at a time with her every month, just as my siblings took turns sleeping over or checking on her.  But after several falls we...and she...realized she could no longer live on her own. She'd had rigorous rehab to get her back to living independently; but I think she grew to like and depend on the extra help and daily attention. This ultimately helped her make the BIG decision. We spent weeks asking her over and over and every which way, "do you want to do this?  Move out of your home and into assisted living?" YES she replied each time.



Bittersweet....cleaning out and closing the condo. It was nice to know she was happy in her new place; but sad for us kids not to have "home" to go to anymore.
Oh the rich treasures we discovered! Daddy's war medals, Mom's journals and their old love letters. Notes and cards we'd sent her as kids, and old photos and mementos  she'd saved from school, scouts and recitals. Thank you, Mom! How I wished I had a huge house to hold the vintage sewing machine, end tables, comfortable chairs, my grandmothers' China cabinets...all important pieces of the life that shaped me. Thankfully the old furniture found homes with members of my wonderful family!

She was delighted with her room where my brother and sister-in-law had placed some of her own furnishings and favorite things. She participated in activities like table volleyball and made new friends up and down the hall. She had the monitoring she needed, but otherwise was the same ol' Mom. 

Several months passed,  but eventually I got the call. "Mom is fading, not sure what's up, better come see for yourself, " my brother said. I didn't realize when I quickly booked a flight cross-country that I'd be spending her last 48 hours with her.  Slouched  in her comfy, gold armchair, a mix of protein bars and vending machine snacks by my side, I held the phone for her while she said her goodbyes and  held her hand as she made an effort to tell me last minute things. And then suddenly, my Dad and the angels were smiling. Goodbye Mom.

She once told me never to put her picture on the internet. Well guess what? We all posted photos that day. We wanted the world to know what a wonderful mother, grandmother and great grandmother she was!  In the days that followed we celebrated. Her six grandkids wrote beautiful messages to share from their tucked-away-books of childhood memories, and baby yellow roses represented her five great-grandchildren. All of us gathered again and again to share stories, raise our glasses and laugh like crazy through intermittent tears.



Stories like this one:  "It's 1968 and Detroit wins the pennant! Donna is in the Country Squire laying on the horn to celebrate. Bill's telling her to calm down and all of Patton Street is going cookoo." Thanks to my kid brother for sharing that memorable moment about our parents...he was nine years old at the time! 

We all love Donna and Bill stories. Sometimes it's just a small thing that'll trigger the memory file in our hearts to spring open, but all are guaranteed to make us laugh and cry at the same time. We were so happy that night in October, 2012 knowing they were smiling down as their beloved Detroit Tigers won again!


  It makes me happy now when I read old letters, recall childhood adventures and reflect with my sister and brothers on how awesome it was to have Mom for almost 88 years!  We still love sharing tales and playing "remember when" every time we get together. We have mom's diaries and photos, my dad's medals on display and the family heirlooms.
  Almost fifteen years later, still a plain turkey sandwich girl, I am touched that all five of my grandchildren met and knew her! Each one visited her home, napped on her lap or played at her feet. They ate dinner with her and drew pictures for her, all to her great delight! She commented that she was so lucky to meet them when each was born, but how wonderful that they were part of her life and that they still remember her!
My parents taught us the importance of family, allowed us to grow and become who we are today. Those traditions, traits and values we learned are so worth carrying on. From them, we gleaned how to parent our own children, and for me, being the oldest, how to be a  grandmother!
She also showed me how to age gracefully; to recognize that my children will one day be the man or woman in the middle of this ongoing life cycle. I hope I'll be as fun and youthful as mom and that my son and daughter can someday enjoy the rich and savory filling that spreads throughout the sandwich generation years.









32 comments:

  1. I love this: "Like a “filling” rich in taste and texture….I was full of love, patience, smiles, excitement, helpfulness, hard work and yard work" A wonderful description. I've not yet had to deal with such a loss, but it sounds like you all made the most of every minute together, and that you continue to do so with your loved ones. Sweet sentiments to share in the GRAND Social. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you, Lisa! Your words and support help encourage me!
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  2. This is a beautiful post. It is sure obvious you love your family and you have a great life! Loved reading about it!

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    1. Thanks, Kc.....I appreciate you taking time to read and your sweet words!
      Joan

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  3. Stopping by from the Ultimate Blog Party. I love grandmotherly wisdom!

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    1. Wisdom sounds like such a lofty word.....but a wonderful compliment...thank you!
      Going to hop over and check out your blog posts right now!
      Joan/Gramcracker

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  4. Reading again, still loving, still warmed by your beautiful tribute to the rich filling in your life. ♥

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    1. OMGoodness....you read it again! What a sweetheart you are! Thanks for the lovely words again; I appreciate your interest and input so very much!
      Joan

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    2. What beautiful memories and stories. I find I remember my Mom the most when I cook food she made for me, peas and cheese salad, meatloaf, soft-boiled eggs and toast. I can feel the love in the food.

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    3. Love how you remember your Mom with favorite foods; mine was not a great cook (thus neither am I!) But sometimes it's just everyday things that trigger a memory, right? Thanks for stopping by and reading me!
      Joan

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  5. I think I enjoyed it even more the second time. It really is a special post. You were so lucky to have a mother you loved and respected. It is so great she got to meet all of the great grands.

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    1. Bless you, reading it again! I did combine a few posts into one and added photos this time. Thank you for your time and sweet comments, Kc! I appreciate you!

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  6. Well I am all choked up! So beautiful. I lost my mom 13 yrs ago and I still miss her. But I have those sweet memories and so do my kids. thanks for linking with me :)

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    1. Thanks for your sweet words and support, Connie!
      It sounds like you too keep your mom's spirit alive! :)
      Joan

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  7. This is a lovely tribute to your mother. Thanks for sharing the stories...and the pictures!

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    1. Thanks for reading....and your kind words!
      Joan

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  8. Such lovely memories of your mom.....how happy she (and you) must have been that she was able to meet each of her great-grandchildren!

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    1. Yes...we were so blessed. Family was so important to her and I guess I've inherited that gene as well! :)
      Thanks for your kind words!
      Joan

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  9. Beautiful, warm and touching, thanks for sharing.

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    1. Wow...sweet praise! Thank you so much, Connie!

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  10. What a wonderful woman -- I appreciate so much how you so effectively shared the joy she brought to the world, and how she left joy behind when she left. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. Your words mean so much....thank you, Donna! You have a pretty special name.....so you too are a wonderful woman! :)
      Joan

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  11. This was so touching and reminiscent of the bittersweet nature of being in the middle--my middlelife, your middlelife. So much struck a chord. Thanks so much for sharing.

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  12. Thank YOU for reading and responding. I love that so many women understand and share my feelings!
    Going to check out some of your blogs, Christine! :)
    Joan/Gramcracker

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  13. Joan, we used to call my grandmother "Gramcracker," too! How funny. I loved your post. You clearly had a wonderful, supportive mother who delighted in her family, and how you carry on the tradition. Beautiful and heart-warming.

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    1. Sorry I missed this last year, Helene. I always delight in getting comments from You! I love knowing your grandmother was called Gramcracker also...that is funny. Thanks for your sweet words about my Mom....miss her so much! I am so happy that you have your wonderful Mom around....Happy Mother's Day to you both!

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  14. Beautiful post and beautiful pictures. I'm firmly sandwiched between 2 generations and am trying to savor every moment.

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    1. Thank you Connie. I read how wonderfully you're handling these moments in time; it's not easy but so rewarding. Especially when you will look back someday and you'll tell your grandkids about your mom!

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  15. I loved this post - especially the Free Press picture! We are a Freep family, with many years of family working at the paper :-)

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    1. How wonderful! We are from MI; my husband was a newspaper editor in many states in his career. Freep is one of our favorite online resources these days! Going to check out your blog. Do you have a FB page too? Thanks for reading and commenting!

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  16. What a great tribute. I am glad you defied her and posted her picture! I love the one with her sitting in the chair holding the twins with the big brother close by. Hugs to you as you remember her for Mother's Day this month.

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  17. Wow! Thanks for reading this again, Karen. Your comments last year and now mean so much. So nice of you to take the time to respond. That's one of my favorite photos too! Hugs back to you, my friend!

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