Omre ad: I still do the whole grocery run myself

Three bags, one trip, straight from the trunk to the kitchen, and I'll admit I was a little proud. My mother stopped doing her own shopping one small step at a time. First someone else carried the heavy bags. Then someone else drove. Then the list got handed over. Nobody decided it. It happened in pieces. So the ordinary errands mean more to me now. The list, the aisles, the bags up the front steps. I'm not ready to hand that over. Then I came across an article called "At 52, I Realized I Wasn't Just Watching My Parents Age. I Was Watching a Preview of My Own Future." The title alone stopped me. It's below.