In 3 days my Gramma will be 100.
And she lives with me.
Sandwich Generation/Big Mac
Remember the comment about the sandwich generation and the freaking Big Mac? Here I am again, right in the middle of 5 generations.
At this exact moment, I’m at the hospital with our medical grand baby sleeping on my shoulder. Our daughter and son-in-law are checking into Ronald McDonald.
Usually Friday is Shower Day for my Gramma, so I have a backup (Saturday) in case I don’t get everything done. So on top of the emergency of a line infection for the little one, the shower had to happen, along with clipping Gramma’s toenails because I put that off LAST week!
The hospital is quiet, the TV is off, the baby is asleep. Sometimes I wonder where God is in all this: babies that suffer, young couples trying to make ends meet, our bodies falling apart as we age, the middle man trying to balance it all. I don’t have answers; my prayer list just keeps getting longer.
In just a moment, my daughter and her husband will come back in. My daughter will be refreshed, partly from getting out of the hospital room and partly from the relief of having a Ronald McDonald apartment. My SIL will look a little worn; he drove 6 hours last night to get here, and it’ll be another 4 tomorrow afternoon to get back for work on Monday morning.
That’s all I have tonight. No answers. Not a great concluding paragraph. I’m tired and there’s church in the morning. So, good night.
But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that you should show forth the praises of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light: (1 Peter 2:9 KJV)