Do you want to know when you really become a grown up? It’s when you have to take care of your parent/guardian/whathaveyou.

The day you realize you’re the caregiver, that the balance has shifted on your scales.

For a litany of reasons that I’m not delving into, I was the official decision maker as my mom lay dying in a hospital.

My dad was on the other side of town, in a different hospital, & working his way back to mom.

My brother, let’s call him Daniel, was the one who lived closer. He had a wife & a gaggle of kids. I lived 6 hours away, in NYC, and I wasn’t even 30. But it was my job, my responsibility, to talk to the doctors & relay info to my dad.

Legally & practically, I made the decisions that ended her life.

That sentence is bullshit. Not because it is untrue, it’s not. I was the one.

It’s bullshit because that’s a messed up thing for anyone. In the history of ever. Of course it happens every other minute all day long, but that’s not any less screwy.

So there was a moment in my life where I got to tell the doctors we were done with any heroics. I got to witness a parade of people giving my mom the weight of their sadness. I slept on a cot in her room, one of my girlfriends by my side, so I’d be there if something happened.

I think my moment of clarity came when Daniel’s best friend, by no small coincidence my ex-boyfriend, brought his rather pregnant wife to meet my dying mother. I’d just been explaining all the legal shite to Danny and I walk out to see everything I wanted to share with my mother walking down the hall.

My life, unlived, passed through me like a ghost.

And then I got to wait for my dad to arrive, because mom wasn’t budging without talking to him. That’s 100% true, btw. The goodbyes & pleas to mom to “let go” went on for days; my dad instead talked over the phone, telling her she better wait for him to get there. He’d spent a lifetime waiting for her to get ready, and by God, this time she would wait for him.

Naturally, she did. Mom was wild eyed & desperate for dad. She couldn’t talk by then. He arrived & so very soon after she left us.

I turned 30 a few days later. But honestly, I had aged a decade in just a few weeks.

Afterwards, I ran away. I ran from that knowledge for years after. I ran from being grown. From as many responsibilities as I could.

To tell the truth, I kept running until I found someone who made me want to be a grown up again.

(This post originally ran on Mother of Serendipity.)

About the author: Serendipity Indigo is the self-proclaimed Queen of Silver Linings. She frequently writes about the struggle to find the bright side on her blog Mother of Serendipity. Although raised a military brat, she’s called New York City home for the last 15 years. Now a wife & stay at home mother to her two Rebels, she can be found ranting, raving, looking for unexpected treasures, & committing random acts of photography. Most of this randomness is shared on her Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and whatever other social medias the kids are into these days.


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  1. Chasity Conley Reply

    This was so beautiful. It gave me chills. So well written and spoke from the heart.

  2. Rose Van Zandt Reply

    You are so brave. Thank you for being so heartbreakingly honest. You made the right decisions. And I’m glad you met someone to help take some of the pain away.

    • Thank you so much.
      Horrifying, yet beautiful – I have to say I feel like that can describe so many of life’s transitions.

    • Utter bullshit.
      I know there’s no way around death, but I sincerely wish that everyone were blessed with a quick and peaceful passing.

  3. Gretchen Kellaway Reply

    I absolutely love this! Beautiful! Heart felt! As I loved it before I love it more!

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