Golden Egg Mother Geese

In this era of the elderly living longer and stronger, there is a phenomenon. It's the Mother Goose who has a nest of golden eggs kind. Better called Golden Opportunity by some, it is the matter of mothers, mainly the widowed old lady kind, who are infirm and thus at the mercy of their "chicks". I suppose in this day of unemployment desperation, it is a natural outcome.  Mom and Dad in their lifetimes during the "nice" era, managed through works, mostly steady and loyal, to add up a nice nest egg. In their time, marriage was a lifetime affair, thus there was little wasted effort or funds on the fripperies of divorce, child support for two or more families and the matter of big mortgages and credit debt. There was no "oh well everyone is doing it, so it's okay". Nope. Mom and Dad  had their noses to the grindstone and their hearts joined in togetherness. They gave up "stuff" so they could educate their kids and turn them into what they hoped were successful people. The kids did their best, too, but  times change and jobs are no longer matters of loyalties and promises kept and steady money for savings. Sometimes jobs just end and what your young think and have been told is security, has disappeared. While a few of the young took the so-called "easy way out" and fell into drugs and other escapes, some tried their best but were still left with the burdens of debt and its attendant depression. That is what's called Life, and it isn't easy. Never was. I guess parents thought that, like their lives, everything would fall into place for their young and everyone would live happily ever after. There was a turning point around the late fifties and early sixties that changed everything.  Life became psychedelic whorls that befuddled many who never quite got over it. Only Time can be blamed. But today, some of that generation remain confused about what they were told Life is and what it actually is.  I think, under it all, they blame the fairytale tellers.  "Hey Mom, there are no real teddy bears out here to hug." The other day, I overheard a man of middle age telling his octagenarian  mother that he would love to come and see her more often at the home but his tires are bald and getting balder. What? His mother looked concerned and I could guess she was trying to figure out how much she had in savings to convert his bald tires into shiny new ones so the poor wee chappie could get around. The guys last words were " I hope I can get to see you next week. You have my phone number. Call me if you need help." It wasn't she who needed help. His aged mother, in her rocking chair, was quite comfortable having at last a chance to rest and find peace of mind after a lifetime of work. The poor old Golden Goose was seeing another golden egg having to be plucked from the nest. There are folk who would say, well, why not, she doesn't need it. She's old. She's gonna die soon. The same folks don't understand that what one accumulates in life, is hers, not something to shell out to others who have not learned to fend for themselves. The least they could do, is wait until the poor woman passes on before robbing her or else have the courage to come right out and ask her for a loan of her money to buy new tires and to pay it back in money not weekly visits with a peck on the cheek and a wave bye bye. Golden Geese mothers sharpen your beaks!