Wearing The Title of Daughter

My mother is coming home from the hospital tomorrow. She is seventy-eight and not well but not ill enough to move in with me. She is very independent and won't discuss it. I admire her independence but since her caretaker just quit, her needs fall to me. I don't mind being more active in her life but cannot do all she needs. I am looking for a home caretaker that is willing to do the hours she can afford. My mother lives on social security and doesn't have much. I expected this time would come since I took care of my grandmother when she needed me and until she died. My grandmother was a whole different can of peaches than my mother. Where my grandmother was willing to move into my home and would listen to me when it came to her needs, my mother does not. This is going to be one of my greatest challenges. I love her dearly and have learned over the years to keep my opinions to myself and just say yes. I'm sure my writing is going to take a hit for a while but there's not much I can do about that. I'm hoping I can find a caretaker that will fill the needs that I cannot. I know this is a task that falls to many and I am not alone. My only brother and sister have passed early in their lives and I miss them so much, though, I believe they are snickering in heaven right now. I can almost hear them. Oh well, as I always do, I'll buck up and perservere. If you notice my blogs getting a bit irrational, you will have insight as to why.