The parenting role never changes. Once you become one, you are one for life. As your children grow and start new lives, they may be gone, but not forgotten. Their safety, their freedom from problems and worry, their joys and sorrows still remain a part of you. Sometimes, as we age, we become more of a part of them than they wish us to be.

Both my husband’s mother and mine needed a place to live for a while in their aging years.  Each was alone – somewhat helpless – unable to care for themselves.  They weren’t ready for a nursing home, but each had their own special issues to deal with and they were not to be dealt with alone.

It’s not easy to become your parent’s parent. For one thing, it’s like raising another child and the parent you remembered when you were a child is not the same. Now you’re doing the reprimanding; the encouraging; the guiding. When the time comes, I know that my family will handle our aging with some frustration as well as joy.

My husband’s mother lost her husband at the age of 56 and she was left with the care of her mother in law, along with dissolving a funeral business her husband and brother had established many years before.  The entire process was extremely stressful, and this sweet lady, who had always exhibited some unusual behavior, now became entangled in her mental disease.  She was diagnosed as psychotic schizophrenic and began a heavy dosage of medication to control it.  We moved her into our home when our kids were teens.  It was difficult for everyone involved.  As I look back, I could almost feel myself going through a similar situation if I was in her place. She lived with us for a year and eventually moved to a nursing home, where she thrived until her death.

My mother was living in Florida – alone after losing her second husband to death.  She seemed to be doing well, but the fact was she was slowly becoming addicted to prescription drugs.  In doing so, this normally vibrant woman became a shadow of herself and spent most of her time in bed.  My sister packed up all mom’s belongings, sold her car, and paid all her expenses for moving to Minneapolis to live with us.  At that point, we were without any children in the nest and it was the perfect place for her to recover (go through withdrawal.) While going through this she told my husband he needed to move out.  She told me that I was an irresponsible daughter who was depriving her of her freedom.  Eventually, she overcame her dependence on opioids and started to live again – enjoying her great grandchildren, grandchildren and us.  One year later she was able to live independently again until she passed away.

Times change, but allegiance to our parents doesn’t. When things like this happen, we step up to the plate when we can and give back some of what was given to us as children.  Being your parent’s parent isn’t easy, but with God’s help, it can be done.

The older we get, the more we resist change, but I’m certain that will be the case until we die. One thing we can count on to always be the same is our God.  His consistency will get us through all things.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. My granny has dementia/beginning of Alzheimer’s. She’s been living with my parents for the last few years. It’s been pretty hard on them. A couple weeks ago she ended up in the hospital after passing out. There they discovered she needed a pacemaker. She’s now in a rehabilitation center and transitioning to a nursing home. This has been a very hard decision for our family. I’m still adjusting. We never planned on putting her there.

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    • says:

      It’s one of the most difficult things we had to do, but my mother in law thrived there for several years. I know it’s hard, but God will help you through it.


  2. yeah I hate it as I see it more and more every day and I often laugh and or hate when I see “us” coming out in our son…

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  3. Wally Fry says:

    What a true thing you have said here. My wife and I are seeing that now with her folks, in fact. Seems they need us more and more lately, and we are glad to do it.

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  4. Caring for our aging parents can be simultaneously both a challenge and a blessing. You have communicated that beautifully through your post,dear Kathy! So grateful that God’s grace carries us through! ❤ and hugs!!

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  5. heatherjo86 says:

    You’re so right! With the support of Jehovah God you can gain the strength you need to deal with such a difficult situation. He never allows us to deal with anything beyond what we can bear (1 Corinthians 10:13). One day soon all sickness and the ravages of old age will be a thing of the past in God’s Kingdom (Isaiah 33,24; Revelation 21:3,4). Until then continue to rely on God to help you and your family.


    • says:

      I couldn’t get through the day without God’s intervention. Now I’m getting up in years and maybe in a similar situation. Where ever life takes me I’m confident in God’s direction and consistency. Thanks for your comment!


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