There’s a natural law in our world. We parent our children. We die before our children. Just a generation or two back our parents were statistically unlikely to still be alive by the time we became grandparents.

But my generation? We’re the sandwich generation, the rules are being re-written for us. Our parents live longer, our children live with us longer, we’re shelling out university fees, subbing our children’s first homes (if they’re lucky) and looking after elderly parents all whilst still working our asses off because our pensions are going to be worthless if we don’t work until the final moment we possibly can.

My dad went into a home yesterday. Last night my mum rang me and sobbed on the phone, telling me she was going to get him back today. Nothing prepares you for reverse parenting.

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