I ran the water
Helped her get into the tub
That was when I knew
She who had bathed me
Could no longer bathe herself
Our roles had reversed
This week’s W3 prompt: Choose one specific object or place from your childhood—a bedroom doorway, a schoolyard swing, a favorite toy, a familiar street—and write about the moment when it began to feel different: when you sensed that childhood was receding and something else had begun.
Does it count if I was in my 50’s when this happened?
this is tender, and a reality for many families. The reversal of roles is a burden that not many are ready to take on.
thanks for joining in the prompt, Sally.
It will come to us all 💜💜💜
Reversal of roles seems to happen but only when there is a sense of love and connection! Beautifully said!
This is so touching. Beautifully said, indeed.
beautiful Sally and a lovely image too ❤️
A very poignant write. I think every one of us has that turning point when we realize we are now the caretakers of our parents….and so too will our children.
hi, Sally❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Reena, is now live until next Monday:
Enjoy!
~David
Sally, “She who had bathed me” really touches me, and I love how your simple words show the love and sadness of caring for someone who once cared for you.
~David
Sally, “She who had bathed me” really touched me, and I love how your simple words show the love and sadness of caring for someone who once cared for you.
~David