There's no question whether Dvora Meyers loves her mom. The Brooklyn-based writer calls her near-daily, accompanies her on doctors' visits, maintains a spreadsheet of her medications, and worries—constantly, it seems—about the seventysomething's failing heath. But she didn't expect to be dealing or coming to terms with her mom's "long, slow decline" before the age of 30. As Meyers explains on Slate, her mother had her at age 42, and while Meyers always pictured herself "in my late 30s, married with a family, [with] my mother as an attentive grandmother," the reality is, painfully, quite the opposite.
Meyers is single, trying to make it as a writer, and faced with things like a frantic call from an aunt who insists Meyers needs to move in with her mom and care for her. Her reaction? "'But I’m still in my 20s,' I choked out." And she found herself, "for the first time in two years of trying to manage my mother's health, furious—at my aunt for her demands ... and at my mother for having me at an advanced age, which is about as reasonable as wishing you hadn’t been born." And it's made her question whether she erred in not creating a young life more "conducive to caretaking," and in not yet settling down, "which maybe puts me on the same path my mother followed, having a child in my 40s." Her full piece is a worthwhile read.