It’s the second night of my partner’s bi-weekly work trip, and I find myself overwhelmed. The novelty of solo parenting has worn off, my patience for my children’s bedtime antics is depleted, and my resolve to remain calm has crumbled before dinner is even finished.
Fortunately, my 5-year-old daughter has drifted off in her brother’s room, leaving me to manage my 3-year-old son’s bedtime. If I can just get him to sleep, I can finally enjoy a few uninterrupted moments of quiet before collapsing onto my bed. I lay there, feigning slumber, hoping my example will coax him into submission. Yet, every time I peek, he’s energetically tossing his superhero toy against the wall, trying to catch it mid-fall—his laughter ringing through the room as he does so.
I let out a sigh and place my hand gently on his tummy. “Let’s try to get some sleep, buddy.”
“Okay, Mama,” he replies, his eyes squeezed shut in earnest. It warms my weary heart to see his desire to make me happy.
But the thumping begins anew, and I can tell he’s resumed his game with Spider-Man. It’s a familiar struggle—his preschool enforces a nap time, so now that he doesn’t need one, he’s wide awake at bedtime, often until 10 PM.
I grab my phone to message my partner with a typical plea for help: “I’m drowning in bedtime chaos!” If he collected all my texts from these solo nights, it would paint a vivid picture of my exhaustion.
As I type, a text notification interrupts me. My heart races; it’s from my father, and he rarely contacts me without reason. “Call me when you can.” Panic rises in me. I immediately worry that something terrible has happened to a family member.
“Mommy will be right back,” I tell my son, leaving him looking confused. I hastily dial my parents while climbing the stairs. My heart races as my dad answers, and I can barely catch my breath.
“Dad, I saw your message. What’s going on?” I’m anxious for him to ease my fears.
“Everything’s going to be OK. I had a liver biopsy…hepatitis. I wanted you to know.”
I ask the necessary questions: “How are you feeling? What do you need? How can I help?” When my mother joins the call, I muster the courage to ask, “Is this related to alcoholism?” even though my father has been sober for over three decades.
“He asked that, and they said no,” she reassures me. We’re united in our concern, sharing the same questions and fears about what this means for my dad’s health.
The reality of my father’s situation settles heavily on me. He’ll need to manage this condition with medication for the rest of his life. The thought of him carrying a pillbox everywhere he goes—whether visiting me, traveling abroad, or attending games—is overwhelming.
“Are your kids still awake?” my mother inquires as my son’s calls echo upstairs.
“Don’t ask,” I reply, feeling the weight of my responsibilities.
“I want to cry, but I know that won’t help my son. If I can just get him to sleep, I can research my dad’s condition,” I think, knowing that knowledge is power but it must wait until I can calm my child.
I lay down next to my son, who is warm and full of life. “Can I scratch your back?” I ask, knowing it might help settle him down. As I feel his heartbeat through his pajamas, my thoughts drift back to my father’s liver and all it has endured.
I realize with a pang of sadness that my dad is not the youthful figure I often envision; he is actually 70 years old. The rest of his life is not as long as I had assumed.
As my son’s eyelids flutter, I keep my hand on his back, feeling his breathing grow steadier. I also open my phone to look up information on my father’s condition, finding reassurance that it is manageable with medication.
We both drift into a peaceful slumber, surrendering to the night.
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Summary:
This article reflects on the challenges faced by the Sandwich Generation as they balance parenting young children while managing elder care responsibilities. It details one mother’s experience during a stressful night when her son struggles to sleep, coinciding with a concerning health update about her father. The narrative intertwines themes of family support, the emotional toll of caregiving, and the importance of knowledge in handling health issues.