On July 31, 2009 I became the caregiver to my 94-year old mother who now lives with me and my husband. It took a lot of adjusting, but there were no other alternatives available. My mother had simply outlived her money and her long-term care insurance. The family had exhausted its resources. So my mother came to live with me (67) and my husband (76). It is an odd role, mothering one's mother when she is not able to live independently nor make decisions for her care. My mother is not happy with the situation but accepts it. As she says, "What other choices do I have?" Being a caretaker is a very confining role. My mother has fallen several times, and had an emergency situation requiring a night in the hospital. As my husband said to a friend calling to see if we would like to meet them for a quick dinner, "We can no longer be spontaneous."