It's so hard to watch your parent, the person who used to be invincible to you, grow old and frail. While my mother is still very independent at 71, her senior moments seem to be coming thick and fast lately. I can't put my finger on when the roles were reversed and she ended up being the one that needs watching over and looking after to an extent but it happened. I know I'm lucky that I still have her and she is fairly close by, so although I give her a hard time about her occasional foolishness I am thankful that she is still here for me to shout at!