I am definitely getting to an age where I have a lot of data points to look at. Life has provided many twists and turns, and not infrequently, I find myself asking, "How did I get here"?
I have been pretty fortunate with what my path has yielded. A healthy family, a wonderful partner and husband, and the good fortune to wake up every morning filled with gratitude - even if everything is not exactly going my way.
But I also think about how my experiences have shaped me, and there is no question that observing caregiving at a very young age has had a strong impact on me.
I was about 10 years old, and my mom had just passed her 40th birthday. My dad - my hero - handsome, strong, accomplished and always on the go, was not right. Something was just not right.