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Hon, maybe she is senile, maybe she isn't but it is her husband's responsibility to take care of her. Just as it is your husband's responsibility to care for you. You are her daughter, not her mother.
I always loved this poem about parents and children:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And although they are with you they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which youcannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bow from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that his arrow may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies; so He loves also the bow that is stable.
I love that poem (from The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran). We are all arrows and some of us become bows but we all have the responsibility to perform our roles and allow others to do the same. Your mother is missing that life lesson. I know mine did. I only truly became free when I finally accepted that the fairytale story of the 'good mother' was never going to apply to me. There came a point when I decided that I simply did not need a mother any longer, that I was strong enough to stand on my own and smart enough to know where to look to for wisdom and advice and I simply needed to move on into my future, rather than being tied to her past.