My mom, at 78, has had one hip replaced and is scheduled to have the other one done next month (she's also replaced one knee). We were visiting her yesterday, and we all went swimming. Afterward when we were getting dressed, I bent down and put her socks on for her because she was having quite a time bending her legs enough so that she could reach her feet.
I thought about how many times I've put socks on Clara the past two years, how I rarely put socks on Lee anymore, and how 40 years ago my mom was most likely putting socks on me every day.
I know it's just the way things go as you age, but it was still sad for me.
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