Laurie Edwards: Watching so much slip away from my par­ents made my time with my daughter that much more sacro­sanct. It also made nur­turing her rela­tion­ship with her grand­par­ents that much more impor­tant. (deflam/​Flickr)

I never expected to be ini­ti­ated into the “sand­wich gen­er­a­tion” of care-​​giving at age 30, but my daughter’s birth two years ago coin­cided with a cas­cade of med­ical crises for my family. As I hur­tled into moth­er­hood, the bound­aries of being an adult child shifted, too. My par­ents needed more, and I had a tiny new­born who needed — and deserved — everything.

I took one of those Mommy and Me classes, where bleary-​​eyed new mothers com­mis­erate over feeding woes and sleep depri­va­tion, and nod encour­ag­ingly to each other over the little vic­to­ries: get­ting our­selves out the door, nursing in public for the first time and cooking meals.

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