After My Dad Died, My Mom Moved in With Me — It Changed Everything

When I got the phone call that my dad had died, I knew that my life would change forever. What I didn’t anticipate was how much my mother’s next chapter in life would collide with mine.

Not only did she lose her companion, but she lost her financial caretaker. I found myself emotionally and financially responsible for her. With housing costs on the rise, personal expenses piling up, and loneliness becoming her new reality, we made a decision that felt practical and compassionate: she would move in with me.

It made sense financially

For my mom and me, the decision was simple math. After becoming a widow, she was suddenly living on a fixed single income and could no longer afford her apartment. At the time, I was a single mom, so sharing a home was a practical choice.

We combined our financial resources, and having her there meant extra help with the day-to-day. It was a win-win; we both saved money and gained a sense of stability and support.

For many families, especially within the Latinx community, multigenerational living isn’t unusual; it’s a financial necessity.

There are hidden costs to being part of the sandwich generation

At 30, I found myself in the sandwich generation, a stage of life where young to middle-aged adults raise children while also caring for aging parents. Ten years later, my life is nothing like I pictured it. Yet, my experience isn’t unique. More and more millennials are finding themselves in this sandwich generation. But unlike older generations, we’re doing it under very different conditions: high living costs, fewer support systems, and the demands of a fast-paced world.

On paper, it made total sense; splitting living expenses helped both of our finances. And most importantly, it ensured that my mom wasn’t navigating grief and aging alone. But the emotional and logistical reality of caring for a parent was far more complex than I’d imagined. What no one prepares you for is that the emotional costs of caregiving can outweigh the financial savings.

Suddenly, I was responsible for scheduling her doctor’s appointments, managing her medications, and monitoring the changes in her mental well-being that started to decline after my dad passed. The role reversal hit me hard. Watching her fade from the caretaker she once was to someone in need of care broke my heart in unexpected ways.

I also underestimated how much personal freedom I’d have to give up. As a mom and millennial who thrived on structure from balancing work, travel, and the comfort of solitude, my life shifted. Even small decisions felt weighed with responsibility. Can I take a trip without making detailed arrangements for her care? Is it selfish to want an evening to myself? Some days felt overwhelming. I just wanted to come home, curl up on the couch with my daughter, and not carry the emotional weight of caring for someone else.

There are some unexpected silver linings

Despite the challenges, there are moments of unexpected gratitude in our living arrangement. I get to share meals with my mom and connect in ways I wouldn’t otherwise have. When I’m drowning in deadlines, the simple gesture of her cooking dinner or watching over my daughter is a reminder that there is someone out there who cares. Plus, my daughter sees the bond shared and what family ties mean.

Living together has also given me a deeper understanding of aging. I see firsthand how isolating it can be for elders, and how fragile our independence can become. It has made me more empathetic, grounded, and in some ways more resilient.

If there’s one thing this experience has taught me, it’s that multigenerational living isn’t just a financial decision, but it’s an emotional commitment. It takes more than careful budgeting; it requires boundaries, shared support, and grace for them and yourself.

Caring for your parents doesn’t mean losing your own life.

Rosa is a freelance writer and content creator based out of New Jersey. Connect on Instagram.