watching my mom age: how do i make peace with time?

Last week, I found Mom struggling to open a jar she’d easily twist open a year ago. Later, she forgot my middle name—something she’d scold me for forgetting as a kid. It hit like a punch: she’s slipping into “old,” and I’m not ready. I hover between wanting to freeze every mundane moment (her laugh, her terrible puns) and panicking that each visit could be our last “normal” conversation. How do you balance cherishing the present without mourning the future? If your parents are aging in front of you, how do you quiet the guilt of wanting more time while knowing their exhaustion? #AgingParents #FamilySupport #EmotionalJourney