When parents get old…
They may move a little slower.
They might forget what they just said.
They might tell the same story again and again.
But don’t stop them.
Let them talk. Let them share. Let them feel heard.
Because once upon a time,
they listened to your every word.
Even when it made no sense.
Even when you couldn’t get the words out.
They gave you their time, their patience, their energy,
without asking for anything in return.
Now it’s your turn.
Let them hold on to their old things.
The faded chair. The chipped mug. The quiet routines.
They may look like clutter to you.
But to them, it’s a life.
A life they built.
A life they still want to feel close to.
Let them enjoy time with their old friends.
The familiar laughs. The old stories.
The comfort of people who’ve known them for decades.
They once made space for your world.
Now let them have theirs.
Let them light up around their grandchildren.
In those little faces, they see echoes of you
and a reason to smile all over again.
Let them be wrong sometimes.
You made mistakes too.
And they never made you feel ashamed.
Let them enjoy their days,
even if they don't look the way you think they should.
They spent years making sacrifices,
putting your needs before their own.
Now let them rest. Let them choose.
Let them live this last stretch with dignity.
With love.
With you.
Give them your hand.
They once held yours so gently, so tightly,
when you were learning to walk.
Now they’re the ones who need steady ground.
So hold them.
The way they once held you.
Without question. Without condition.
With all the love in the world.