I'm an adult daughter, no kids of my own. My mom is elderly and lives on her own still. I live 45 minutes away. Whenever I go to that town, I generally stop and pick up my mom to go along for the ride while I do my errands there (I lived there most of my life, and most of resources are there eg. my dentist, my hair dresser, my vet, etc). She's always happy just to get out of the house for a bit, and we usually go out for lunch. That said, I haven't been going very often and I do feel guilty.
I don't think my mom cares to talk on the phone much. If I call, she sounds happy to hear from me but it's like she expects there to be a point, to get to it quickly and we're done. Within a few minutes, she always says "well, I won't keep you" and seeks to end the call. It's not just me. My brother says the same thing. So, I don't call very much.
I used to interact with her more, but I have to admit that part of me is withdrawing as I really feel she needs to move, and that she needs assistance to live but we're at that stalemate. She does not want to leave her house. It's 2 storey, she can barely do the stairs, she can barely get around. We have resigned ourselves atm that she is going to be found at the bottom of one of her sets of stairs one of these days. I had this intention of thinking that if I withdrew, if I wasn't offering assistance, that maybe, just maybe, she'd start to realize that she can't live this way. I feel shitty about it, while at the same time, just so angry that she refuses to make her life easier. Especially when her own mom sold her little house and moved into a cute senior apartment that was on one floor and was so much easier on her, and my mom thought that was just great back then. So much easier for HER as well as my grandmother, yet she doesn't have that courtesy for me and my brother. Also, my mom is an only child and she was a great support to her mom, and my mom did not work. Of course, my brother and I both work so we are not available to her at all times.
I was taking her to get her hair done, and wanted to see what would happen if I didn't. Nothing happens. She doesn't get it done. She will go weeks without washing it. In her mind, she can take care of herself but when it comes right down to it, she doesn't bother. She could call and make a hair appointment, she could call a cab and prove she can take care of herself, but at the end of the day, she doesn't, all the while asserting, and I think believing, that she is capable of living on her own.
My mom and I couldn't be more different as people. I love my mom, but I often think that I don't like her very much. I must sound like the worst possible daughter.