I have adult DDs whom I love and who are unremittingly kind to me and supportive, and I treasure this. I also treasure the fact that they love each other dearly and frequently do things together - go on outings etc. - and that they always stand up for each other.
I have become a bit more decrepit over the last year with assorted health problems that I would rather do without and I recognise that my role in their lives will and has changed as I become less physically able. I am not totally lacking in ability - I am a busy person running arts events, organising concert coach trips, being a trustee of various things - so not ducked out of life yet. But on my own now I am widowed, and life is very different for me from how it was just a couple of years ago.
My oldest is turning 50 and the 3 of them have gone away for a few days to celebrate - I am delighted for them and it is wonderful to think of them having fun together. But ..... whilst I would not have wanted to go with them - they are younger people and enjoying themselves as such and I am happy for them - there is a bit of me that feels sad that the idea that I too might have wanted to be included in some way, however small, in celebrating this landmark birthday of my firstborn does not seem to have occurred to any of them.
This is a new feeling for me - I have always simply been delighted when I know they are having a good time together, and I do not know whether this new emotion is part of me having to come to terms with my new role in their lives or whether I am turning into a crabby old bat.
I will say nothing - I will as always be upbeat and show interest in how things are going - I will no doubt get a flood of photos on whatsapp as usual - as I know that any hint of this will alter our relationships for the worse, when things have always been just fine between us all.
Am I being ridiculous? But we feel what we feel, so I have to own this.