. Life Musings .

It's tough to be a parent of a young child weak with the flu. But I believe it's tougher to be an adult child of a parent weak with the flu.
As the parent, you know your young child will only get stronger as the years go by and these bouts of weakness will get less and less.
As the adult child, you know these bouts will not get less and less.

Sitting here, listening to my 62 (and 2 days!) year old mum trying to sleep while wracked with coughs, I can't help but feel a little blue and perhaps a little melodramatic.

This, to me, is the worst thing about growing up.

Knowing mortality.